Good morning
Shitty coffee is a great start to a fucking nightmare,
Your body feels like a million pounds lying beside me
And truth be told sometimes I don’t want it there.
Sometimes you are new to me
But not the way you should be
You are not the nice surprise or the shiny new toy
You are the odd stranger sitting beside me on the subway
The one that I will never know.
You are a mystery.
You cover you words with a veil
Secret codes that only you can crack
Yet you want me to understand you.
But how?
All that I want is a clear understanding as to why
You cast me aside at times when you should be holding me closest
How you cannot see my struggle, yet pretend to know my pain.
Why are we pretending?
We live in a fantasy
That I fear will crumble at our feet when placed beneath the microscope of perfection.
I am afraid, but willing to face whatever lies ahead.
I just hope that you are willing to take the journey as well.
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