staring at the ceiling
aftermath of a fight
maybe I.. maybe I over reacted
or maybe I'm bein over dramatic
but even if I am, he's spose to be my man
he's spose to understand
and adapt
instead as I collapse
he breathes soo easy...
as my tear ducks release every complaint
he rests soo easy...
while I cant even begin to force my eye lids faint
he sleeps soo easy...
without a worry, without a care
without even acknowledging that I'm not there
he lies, content next to an empty space
as I lie in sorrow next to a vision of his face
he..
will..
be..
fine.
I won't even get the privelage of a memory in his mind.
so many to replace me, so many more to come.
I lack all significance I was just another one..
but maybe I was dumb.
maybe I ask for way too much
to be respected, acknowledged, payed attention to and such
and maybe I'm the clown
to actually be interested in him, his past, and things he's going
through now
maybe I.. maybe I deserve more
maybe he isn't capable of giving me what I'm asking for...
Question,
Do you guys think this is finished or does it need somethin else?
Can you guys think of a good title?
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