The thought consumes me throughout the day and won't relent until I drift off to sleep.
Just when I think the struggle is over, I panic and resort to my comfortable, old ways.
You see, I’m not getting anything out of this relationship anymore. I want out.
At first, you seemed like a good idea but now I know; you’re just no good. I didn’t see this at the start because I was blinded by my need to fill the void. My need to feel invisible.
Some cracks in your foundation have let the sun in, only slightly but enough to see there is life on the other side. There is life if I let you go.
Now that you’ve fulfilled my needs and have worn out your welcome, I must gather strength for the day I finally bid adieu to you and your bag full of cures.
But I'm not ready just yet.....you're still winning.