Whiplash

I don’t know who you are any more,
You’ve become something of a mystique.
I can’t tell what you even need me for,
And I’ve whiplash from turning my cheek.
I can’t work out if you mean to be cruel to me,
Or if you’re lurching through that kind of day.
Maybe this is just how it has always been,
And I’ve dreamt up a different kind of way.
I don’t think I can remain here on this ride.
Perhaps we have just come to an end.
Maybe in the future our paths will collide,
And once more I can call you my friend.

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