Giving up
On something important
When do I say when?
Maybe it should have been long ago
But here I still am
Trying as hard as I can
Maybe it’s pitiful
I know I’m a fool
But there is no universal
Giving up rule
I don’t know if I should quit
But you do

It’s not in my destiny
To come to you
Comfortably
Neither for you
Nor for me
It could be
We will never get there
We shall see

It’s hard to be done
With something
I never really got to start
Can a finish be before a start
Or did I start
And get no where?
Is that starting?
And can it be finished
When there’s still so many questions?
I suppose acceptance rarely comes
With answers from anyone
Other than myself

Do you feel bled on?
Or vomited on?
Smelly uncomfortable
Purged onto the page
In front of you
Or is it a delicious stew
Intoxicating
Toxicly
Is that what it be?
Wish I knew
How I feel to you

Rejection
With a side of
Self torture
It’s no one’s fault
It didn’t work out
You quietly ignore
Today as before
Not even sure
If you can see the door

Acceptance
Processed
Painfully
Against the way
I wish it could be
Can’t pretend that I don’t see
You just ain’t feeling me
Maybe I could look at it differently
Now I’m free
Now I’m free
If only I wanted to be
That would make me happy