There's all these words I have to say to you.
There's a whole other life I want to live with you.
There's more feelings I have yet to feel with you and I can't do it.
Im tired of holding on to someone I should've let go.
If thats the case, now I know.
Who was wrong?
Who was right?
Did I apologize enough times?
Did you even say sorry for your crime?
Im tired of maintaining my grip on a slipping handle.
If thats my situation, now I know.
The fuck I gave was you, when I should've amputated my middle finger, but
my excuse was love.
Now Im tired; bags under my eyes from waiting on you to realize.
Now Im stretching, getting up from the spot I've occupied for some time.
Im tired of being tired.
Im going outside to play.
Later Days
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