I’m fighting for something, but I’m not sure what

You’re not seeking my trust, while I’m seeking your love

I want you to see me but you’re looking right past

Why are these the only memories that last?

They last.

And it’s become the part of you I know best

It’s this part of you I hate…building it’s nest

You’ve taken all I have, so go on—-take the rest

You only respect me when I’m a reflection of your own miserable mess

I thought you were someone I’d love for my life

But this rug you pulled from under me

Is much colder, much thinner, more fragile than ice

How deep and dark is the stain on tables that turn

And how many rings does this wood have to earn

As it sits, as it ages, before it will learn



That it didn’t know before.

The more I yearn means the less I know but the faster the burn

Of being young and it all getting lost on your tongue

Why am I stuck praying for more?

More of your heart, more of your mind, more of your nurture, and more of your time

But instead all I get are cheap hellos and meaningless goodbyes

Oh how I could go back to being 25

To being so hopeless but still feeling alive

When I was on the brink of it all but so far from it too

Because that

is where I



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