I sit, I lay, I think, I wonder....

April 25, 2016

I sit

I lay

I think

I wonder how it can come to this point,

How can you move on so fast or so quickly

You leave me here to rust while you live a jolly good life in the sun

It's not like that you say? you don't live so gloriously you say?

Then what is it, hmm?

Do you live in a trash hole, Do you live where you have to stand up for expectations that follow you everywhere you go?

Oh, not that either?

then tell me what the fuck it is because I don't know

You leave me thinking

You leave me wondering how you are

You leave me wondering what you are doing

When are you going to tell me straight up

You may think or even others may not think that I never ask

Oh, I do.

But I don't want lies slithering out your mouth like snakes

So I sit

I lay

I think

I wonder

On when things are going to change

On when you are going to love me truthfully

On when I don't have to ask for sweet things to be told to me

But it's over

So my sitting, my laying, my thinking, and my wondering is done with you.

But here is this last thing:

I forgive you.

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