The Yo-Yo

I tried ignoring her, pushing her away.
Pretended not to care, thought I might
Stop liking her as much as I did.
But like a yo-yo she always returned.
One time I pushed her away too fast,
Too hard, and she snapped back
And nearly took my fingers off.

Upon friends’ advice, I decided to take
A chance with her, keeping her close.
But over time, through lack of use,
Her string became brittle. Being
Bored I pushed her away, thinking
She’d snap right back to me, thinking
Wrongly. She snapped. Right off.