Weary
And I
grew weary--
in putting
patches
on the wounds
you created
habitually;
in asking
you to stay
when you
badly wanted
to get away
from me;
in convincing
myself that I
never once
did less on
my part;
in forcing
myself to win
this battle
for the both
of us
but I guess
this is exactly
where I should
pause and stop
cause i know
I already fought
hard enough
and still
you continue
on breaking
me apart.
