You keep on trying to come back into my life.
I find it funny.  And not funny haha.
Funny borderline sociopathic. 
I was available to you, maybe too,
for a minute there.  You wanted to 
find fault, you wanted to destroy. 
You sought fault, verbally.  And, 
upon finding it, ripped it to shreds. 
Everything I felt for you.  
I am proud of how quickly I turned my back, 
frankly.  Shut everything down.  
I didn't even have to wave at madness this time.  
Not a single flirt with insanity.  
I simply shut it all down.  Like a light switch.  

The light bulb is burnt out, Mister Sociopath.  
Quit checking the switch.  
I've taken my light somewhere else.  

And we are lighting the world.