you don't want me here

you don't want me

And even though I wish I hadn't come down to be cast adrift in this too-large-city hankering after the brief illusion of belonging, the fleeting semblance of love, in your arms

I guess I would rather know now
and say enough
as though I am the casting off, rather than the discarded?
or to say I make my own mould in which I will cast