I need to leave

I'm here to create

I tell myself it's my fate

I tell myself it's what I'm being told

To say that out loud would be far too bold

My head feels like it's going to explode

There's a pressure in the back

A pressure for gold

I could just fall asleep

But instead I'm here making it deep

A small pillow holds me up

A big lonely bed supports my luck

Do I deserve what I have?

Or should I be kicked in the road and learn to make it back?

It has gotten to a point where the choice is made

It's a frightening realization

But it's one that could save my dreams

The second to last thing I want to do it break her heart

It tears me apart to see her this harmed

I love her, I love her, I love her

I just don't believe I'm meant to be with her

I'm not going to lie, the thought lately doesn't sound half bad

But if I give this time, resentment will be killer

My prayer for post is that we turn out to be true lifelong friends, not ghosts.

She's a true gem and I hope she sees that's how I view her.

c

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