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October 2, 2020

Weary

What’s happening here?

Guess I’m not your type

Taking up my headspace every night

Didn’t I love you good? In me you’d confide

Now it seems, I rarely cross your mind

You use to call my phone and spend time

Now, you don’t even call to see if I’m fine

I wanted nothing from you, I saw your potential

Now I’m questioning everyday who I’ve fallen into

We were doing good, you never screamed or shout

I still remember the taste of me on your mouth

We were in sync, and you missed me much

There’s been an energy shift, I feel it in your touch

Could there be another occupying your time?

Can’t tell from your actions, if you wanna be mine

Or be anyone’s for that matter

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling sadder

Your occupation is hazardous to other’s hearts

The actions of your inaction have me falling apart

And yet I stay in vain, hoping things will change

But my heart is growing weary and you set the stage

Maybe we weren’t intended to be

Or maybe you’re testing the boundaries to see

Just how much I can take, before I concede

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