Why am I still here ?

as the days turned to months
the bitter taste turned sweet
as the tug of war gets interesting
the pulling and the letting go
and so the game begins

and then the months turned to years
the feeling slowly wane and fade away
left on the wayside, gathering pace
On a downhill motion, the steep slope of a relationship
and so the game peaked

and slowly they fall apart
to a point of no return
when the heart no longer registered the one face   
to stay together is like lighting oneself on fire
not the way to play the game

and as the taste slowly turned sour
she'll began to realize
an epiphany,

"why am I still here"