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accusations hurl and beneath the defensiveness your mask starts to slip,

it's clear you care more about being right than how i feel when we fight.

say all the things i never thought you would,

lines get crossed, an insincere apology given

the next day.

all i want is a reason to hold on,

or a better solution than walking away.

king of mixed signals, hot and cold;

i'm exhausted from the push and pull.

endless tests and being talked down to,

emotional whiplash whenever it suits you.

i don't have any more answers or words to give,

so many more i could never say, 

it's not like i can trust you with them anyway.

my depth perception is flawed,

a lesson painfully learned.

i flew so high, almost touched a star,

how steep the fall from that height,

but gravity has to kick in sometime.

crash landed and my world's burning,

as you light another match.

do i put it out or is it futile,

am i just getting nowhere fast?