don’t understand

Warm hands, cold touch

yours obsessing over me is too much

I can’t write, I can’t think, I can’t be who I want to be…

your paranoid and think I avoid

you want me to rush my feelings to please you

I told you that is not something I am prepared to do

you think I think your thick and stupid

but I never would have ever thought this

now you really know how to treat me so well

you tell me my battle is better being solved by myself

your not the only one that has given up on me

even I have a couple of times see

If that’s your attitude then so be

I’ll grab my coat my purse my bag and keys

It doesn’t take too much to make me leave

your life has many insecurities

but you are not prepared to talk to me

So maybe this is how things ought to be.



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