Fixing
I’m done with this friendship
I’m done trying to fix everything and make you happy
You’ve become what I do not know
And what I hope to never find out
I’ve cried over you
I’ve slaved over you
You don’t see any of it
I loved you
I would have bled a thousand rivers for you
And what do I get in return?
Always begging at your feet for forgiveness
Forgiveness for things I had no wrong
Fixing
Always fucking fixing
I’m done.
It’s your turn to fix things
And I’ll decide if I forgive you
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