I live this bullshit on repeat
And it’s probably still my fault
I set boundaries
I let them be broken
I drink about it
I let you do it again
And the only good that comes
Is being done
And never wanting to go back
To the messy conversations
At the end of it all
The ones I tell myself I owe you
While I continually
Stitch myself up
After reopening the wounds
You clearly need to see me suffer from
Before you can let it go
Before you can get back on the high horse
Before you can feel good again
Before you can say
You did everything you could
I just didn’t feel bad enough
To actually forgive.
You called the other men
The names you should have called me
But I knew anyway
Who the insults were meant for
And it was just the beginning
Of another night
Where you beg me to stay
And I tell you all the things
That mean
I have to go
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