Hey,
What’s new?
You’re choosing to walk away?
Oh, cool.
You get to do that to me again?
Cause I’m the fool?
With nothing to loose?
Well then fuck it,
Were through.
What’s it gunna be this time huh,
Another six months,
For nothing to get done?
Is the when you’ll have had enough,
Of the distance you developed between us?
Is that when you’ll wanna take another chunk of what little bit of love I even have left?
Now I’m loosing my damn breathe.
Now I’m questioning all of the things that I do,
Why I give up my time to be there for you,
Sit in silence so somber just thinking life through,
Wondering why the hell you always give up so soon.
And what the hell is the meaning of truth,
When all that you say,
Has more meanings than two.
SF. – written on August 8th, 2018.
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