1900
These days your words are short and few and so is your attention span/
I feel like throwing in the towel, like Im twelve rounds past knocked out and knocked down/
Our forecast foresees dark clouds and rainy days…
and I'm so tired of confrontations and trying to confront the situations… that numb is the next stage. I can feel its approach at a rapid pace…
every time I look at your face
these days I don't want to leave yet I don't want to stay
yet I don't want to be around on the day you decide to stray…
tired of hoping for the best and praying for "okay"
Tired of feeling alone when your laying next to me…
Tired of your smiles being limited to our moments on a mattress…tired of our arguments being so massive…almost like some kind of love and hate…
you come armed with swords and words that resemble nuclear bombs and I try to keep my cool and stay calm…
tired of the differences in opinions and the proposals that we regress back to friendship which by the way is starting to strike my interest…
Im not afraid of being alone and I was never the type to let my relationships validate my worth but this time around the heart inside of me belongs to her…
These days I'm at a lost for words because they don't seem to make a difference and not a million books and letters could stop our love from drifting…I feel like the love has changed and become something different and you my love are forcing me into submission..jab, right, left, right…I feel like the human punching bag in your life as I pay for mistakes that I didn't make…as every conversation turns into this earthquake and our foundation crumbles were we stand…I hate writing love poems but this had nothing to do with my hands…and everything to do with the fact that you just don't understand.
