Forget paying for attention, I already want to spend a lifetime with you.
You love me enough for us two.
I don’t know what I would be without you.
Possibly happier, with less tension in my chest.
We’ve made a mess.
Every time we don’t get undressed, my heart grows fonder.
It gets a little tighter, like you’re ripping it from my body and it makes me wonder…
Is it enough?
What you’ve designed and presented to me as love?
I can’t do this anymore.
Tug of war every other day,
If it’s not you, it’s me who runs away.
I already know the answer.
You’ve said it yourself, we don’t belong together.
And for my last act, as I step off this chair, this rope will be my tether.
