I hear your voice on the phone, exhausted. My tears are running, I can’t do this anymore. You whisper, “we have to stop doing this”. I’m tired and want to crawl into bed, forget about everything. I’m tired of feeling like nothing is right, that what we had is gone.
The good is gone.
It’s not true. Because when we are good, I swear it’s a high.
We have to stop feeling self-righteous.
There is one thing I know for sure, and that is that I love you.
Missed R yesterday, so this post (r and s) is making up for that.
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