BROKENHEARTED.
In the beginning it sounded so perfect,
The first night we were together
It seemed so worth it.
Each day, the harder I tried,
Each day, it seemed you had more to hide.
There is nothing more I can offer you,
It seems you can’t be satisfied.
I only asked for your truth
Yet, each day I was only denied.
The smallest of happiness I needed to get by,
Just to survive…
“Why,” must you take for granted all of my emotions?
“Why,” didn’t I leave you, on the smallest of a notion?
Now I must realize, it’s time to walk away,
I’m sorry… there’s nothing left to say.
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