cliche ****
i wrote clishe
she corrected it
irked me
there was a nerve
it hit
tonight she shirked me
off like a shirt that slipped
from her shoulders.
maybe, when there was a doubt, i should have done more than told her,
i shouldnt have done anything more than hold  her,
maybe it was a mistake, to think, our love might make
a bad decision okay, that things wouldnt change,
maybe break,
i dont know what to say
but ill fight, do what it takes
to face
everything
that i want to
escape
because somehow, this was fate.
Bleed to keep what you love,
before it's to late. . .