The stubs of my fingernails are chipped and broken from trying to hold on to you.
Clawing desperately at the rug you ripped out from under me.
I’m just not feeling this.
I was planning my life around you babe. But that scared you. I get it.
It wasn’t about me, what scared you was us. I’m seeing me as too stable.
I get it; im not exciting. But babe I’m here. Babe I’m here.