That now and then I bore myself is true.
It doesn’t mean a lack of self-esteem,
but just that I’ve grown stale in point of view –
perspective skewed’s a muddy, raveled seem.
Of late the one who’s tiresome is you;
your unoriginality’s extreme.
So though I love you, you don’t need to stay.
I hope your mood resets while you’re away.

(Ottava Rima)