It’s hard you know?
You say X but your actions say Theta.
I get caught with one foot in and out
of this door. I hate it
I don’t know whether or not to move on.
As time passes, it becomes more clear that you
don’t think of me like you used to two years
Yet every time thatI leave and start to pull away,
there you are, with a weak string tied to my leg.
I know I could easily walk away, ripping the
string from your hand.
But I won’t
I can’t stand to see you upset again.
I’ve hurt you in the past and I never want
to see you like that again.
Even at the cost
of my own sanity.