I wanted this time to mean more to you.
Instead you got me mad, ignoring me so I bore into you.
Mouthing those words like they were heavy with poison, feeding you thoughts you already were drinking.
Dragging each other through the mud, but hanging for what we love. I live for you and we live for us, understanding that mud will wash off.
I’m sorry can’t mean enough right now.
I wanted this night to be filled with frivolity.
Instead it served us angry mumbles and closed doors.
The glass between us isn’t nearly thick enough.
The titanium thrust, our magnetic grip is surpassing strong enough.
You want what I want, peace and calm.
We don’t always get what we want though, do we?
I just can’t understand why you sometimes do this to me, silent, behind closed doors, running away.
I want to hold you close but not right now.
You’re not making a case for loving you.
You’re pushing me out.
I’ll keep pushing back




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