I'm sorry for the
way this is playing out.
It seems like
this road
is all too familiar;
only a matter of time
till we crash and burn
with the rest.
I'm a little scared
we break a little more
with each crash,
each failure,
each missed opportunity.
It isn't easy to keep up.
I wish dearly that it was.
I keep thinking that
it's better to jump ship
then to drown again,
but I keep sailing and sinking,
struggling to stay afloat.
But we get so mad
at each other,
so terribly mad,
and I hate it.
--even though you're
cute when you're angry--
But we yell,
and fight, and say
those terrible things,
and for a moment
I hate you.
I hate you, and all those
words you say,
as cruel and cold as you
can be.
They pile up
and I swear that this is it,
god as my witness.
It's the end.
Then your cute
freckled face
whispers I miss you,
soft into the speakers,
and for some reason,
despite everything else,
I still can't help
but smile.