Some days it would be so much easier to just. . walk away. To pack my bags. . .& get in the car & go. . .far far away. To get away from everything that falls apart around me. . .I am so tired of the breakage. . .tired of the aftermath & lies. Tired of finding out once again. . .I've been betrayed. Sometimes. . .it would be easier to lie to myself, look away as the sky falls down. . .to pretend its ok. ..
I thought things were getting better. . .that he was getting serious but I realize again i believed the same dang lie. Once again . . I am the fool. . .sometimes I wonder how hard is he even trying. . .it seems like he only cares about himself. .his desires. . his..."wants" & im sick of it.
Im sick of being left behind as he pursues one fantasy after another. I'm tired of standing alone as the stars cascade down over my broken form. So tired of breathing in the same stale air each day & wondering why I'm choking on its stentch.
I'm so tired.
why am i the only one fighting?
" you keep coming back disassembled, & I keep losing the fight" Emery
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