I fucking hate fighting with you
I sit here at my computer with my headphones on and its my own personal way of pacing, hitting refresh over and over again
I'm not waiting for anything apocalyptic
I'm not sure what I am waiting for, certainly no apology is going to come from your end
Maybe I am not even waiting on you
There are other love letters coming, whether or not I want to read them is uncertain
No one expects us to make it
You're making me doubt myself and I hate it
My skin is peeling off and its damn disgusting
But then again, it feels like starting over and in a sick way I love it
I don't know if I need a new start but you're making me feel like I've fucked this one up
and don't forget, I've done the tragic life altering romantic bit and it's not the worth the paper I wrote it out on
Well, I feel like dinner is ready and I don't think I like eating
But its nice to sit down and have some time away from everything to think
Tonight I'm going to run again, til my legs almost give in
I thought I was done with that, maybe even happy with what I am
But I was joking
Who is ever truly happy? Oh yea, I guess I was but that was before you showed me what you expect from me
And I always have to be the bitter bitch, a bit ridiculous, I always have to break your heart or the story doesn't end
So here I am, almost alone again
And you're too insecure to manage
I love you, I hope you know that, I really hope it sinks in more than anything
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Submission Name: Again
