Some type of crazy man madness

I feel like my boyfriend is a nutcase sometimes. The question is. Is he trying to take me with him? I always get these calls from him in the middle of the night. And though I have sympathy, and feel in solidarity with his suffering. I wonder I much more I can take. What shall be the concussion?
Can I save a life, while trying to live a life that seems too hard for me. What could I really be if my life were my own? Am I a bad person when I say no matter how long you've loved a person you can rescue no one. How much of all this is just him being drunk?How much of this is just pure bad judgment? How much of it is life karma? Then there is the question of karma? Is this my bad karma, or his? Is this good, or bad karma? Is the universe trying to whisper something into our ears? Where would his life be without me? Where would my life be without him? How can another soul blame you for the life they are living? Must be nice to not have to just except it. Sometimes I wish I lived the life in my dreams. Where I am happy again. Maybe I am. What to do when your life has been hijacked by an emotional terrorist?. Will I ever have love again? Passion, and madness go hand, and hand. Anyway here's a poem.

when I was queen of my universe
I owned everything I could see
joy and me never played this enemy game
things changed
now I'm this woman battling with words
from crowned pawn
to royalty at a dark prom
dancing with my bruised and reluctant prince charming
privilege is in question
there is no privilege in the garden of Eden
there is no garden in loneliness
you know this all seems well rehearsed
I saw it before
When I was queen of my universe