Too Much

Next stop? Anywhere I'm not...

Next stop? Anywhere I’m not…

This is all too much,

I don’t feel like arguing anymore,

Just you wait,

There won’t be a next time,

Because I am walking out the door,

Don’t want to talk it out,

Or try to make you understand,

No more placating insecurities,

Listening to why I’m wrong again,

Your hurtful words permeate,

Entrenching me like a fog,

The distance between us,

Feels likes miles,

How can I be in a relationship,

Yet feel so alone?

How can you say you love me,

When you don’t even love yourself?

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