Words

How I run out of words to speak my mind.

How I fuck all my grammar and sentence structure trying to tell you something.

It's not good. Or is it?

I hate that I'm doing to you what he did to me. I fucking hate it. I hate that I'm hurting you the way he hurt me. And it's not right. I hate me means that.

Why do others always want a chunk of this? You tilt my world this side and they tip over on that side.

Sometimes I think you're trying to wake me up. The reality is that you already did. But it was too late for me to liquidate that pang of guilt. And worse, the hate.

Why is everyone eavesdropping?

Almost

Did you know how you almost lost me? Like I'm some chump change to you. That's how. Like you couldn't be bothered putting me in your wallet, so you just shove me in some part of your bag that you didn't even know existed.

You had your chance. And you put on an act then poured everything down the drain.

That was how you almost lost me. And this is how I am giving you away. Like chump change.