enigma sandwich

i wish you'd stop.
really, when your heart throbs like a
headache, toothache,
supernova first-rate
liar,
do you feel better?
maybe pain's your novocaine.
it's like we got to know you too well,
too happy, too satisfied,
so you gave us doubt instead.

consider this an intervention.
you are no coked up fiend
or addicted genius,
just a simple child,
a friend,
and this wondering, this doubt,
this human cloaked in enigma?
not you, my friend,
not you.