End Game
I don't mind the distress-
the sour taste of betrayal,
every failure's bitterness
and the shits I can't recall.
I don't mind the misery-
the heart wrenching past,
tears flowing endlessly
and exes that never last.
I don't mind the agony-
if it's you in the finish line;
if it's your eyes that I'd see;
if you're the oasis I'd find.
If given the chance to suffer, I'd willingly do
If at the end of this storm, the end game is you.
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