Fix it I can fix it I promise I know
She said listen, please listen,
for I can't keep a hold
of you much longer for reasons you chose and I'm scared, confused
and I just don't know.
No
stop, you listen, just let me speak
I stayed up half of the night constructing a speech to explain my plan to find all we seek. Just please hold out for just few more weeks.
Fuck it slipped
and now it's
It's broken and chipped
I told you to slow down, and If we crashed again it won't hold and we'd drown.
But we are already so far behind
And I'll lose my mind if I'm 50 and still desperately crawling to try and reach
the other side to finally breach
And you
You are just impossible to teach
Fine I'll go
Then you will see, how few of your half lessons you needed to teach?
You say listen, listen,
but when I speak
You redirect,Undermine
So I must leave
Wait!
I can fix this
I'll fix it.
I mean, I hope at least.
But honestly, I'm so tired, exhausted, with pains in my feet.
My mind has been fogged for most of the week.
It's not just you I too want to sleep.
I hate this speed.
I feel so weak.
I tried so hard
But I guess
just like me
so selfishly
I've driven a wedge
deep beneath
our stitches and seams
It seems I've ruined all I had for that in which I seek.
Which was what? could you not see? how are we not enough to not speed through your dreams?
And yes We are tough
Nevertheless, I've tried my best
but you keep steering us
through the rough into the muck
and now it's 10 p.m. and our tires are stuck.
Of course though right that's just my luck.
What luck?
How could you be so dense to miss what was right above?
But instead, you pried and pushed your point until it pierced our love.
That's not luck.
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