exhausted.

I write the things I can’t say. I’ve never been able to do it, talk with my heart in one hand and ask for nothing in return. So I write, lately however, I just try to. Words don’t come out, and hold up feelings start to hurt… I miss you, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t fight anymore. We always fight. Can’t have you in my life, I wish you’d care but you don’t, not like you used to. When you asked me what was wrong, when meaningless flirting was allowed, when I could touch you without you stepping back, when I could count on you. I think that’s way past, we’ve always have had a one-way relationship, just suddenly directions changed. Before it was you who said I couldn’t open up, that I never said anything of what I was on my mind, on my heart, I still don’t do that. But you used to be there, you used to care. I can’t take this anymore. It wakes me up at night and keeps me from sleeping, our fights playing all over again in my head like an infinite playlist. Just say the things you want to say and leave, because I’m exhausted.