Yeah, there ain't no winnin'
in the 'relationship game'
so why we always tryin'
to fight and pass blame?
And if you turn it 180,
do you internalize the shame?
I'm just here to fuckin' say
why don't we quit this today?
All the cliques get together
and say he's an ingrate,
but the other side tries
and can play that shit, too-
Spin it right the fuck
back at you,
but none of us want this,
I just wanna be understood,
so why do we fight
like there ain't nothin' else
in the world that needs
tendin' to?
I wanna make love with you,
wanna call you
late at night on the phone,
wanna have my needs met
and wanna work shit out-
I guess that's too much to ask.
Man, fuck this, I'm out.
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This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)