Leave
This man is my everything
that will kill me
will wound me
and he will leave me
to my very death
why do i stay
offering my all and i recieve chirping crickets back
my hand is out for you to grab it
hold me, please
i dont want to beg anymore
just for you to love me
i breathe oxygen
my hair doesnt exactly blow in the wind
my tone isnt that perfect
sometimes i snort
i recognize your flaws
your flaws are the closet thing to perfection i know
it hurts when you leave
being left alone makes me over think
your presence
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