I'm sick of being told what to do
I'm sick of being told how to act
I’m not to blame
Your woes are not my fault
The weight is not on my shoulders
And yet,
I carry it.

I don’t understand why you do this
I care so much
You’re throwing away everything
It’s your life,
You’re a loser-
I would tell you, but you it’s too painfully true
I can’t hurt you
I won’t
Let myself
But you,
you hurt me
knife after knife straight to the heart
At the flip of a hat
I, I would drop the world.
You could whisper my name
-no matter the distance-
I would hear.
I shout your name
and you, you run.

You live your trash can life
I stand by and watch

I can hear the loneliness in your voice,
see it in your smile.
Yet, I’m here.
Waiting, always.

You don’t have to hide
or throw yourself away
YOU deserve better,

but so do I.

I won’t take it anymore,
I cant.
I’m done turning the other cheek

Masochism isn’t my ******
no matter how many punches you throw
no matter how many punches I take
I’ll never enjoy it.

I’ll cry for you.
I’ll cry for me.
I cry for us.

I may never forgive
I will never forget
but
I will always love you to the moon and back.