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I bow before you.

I fall on my knees,

head on the floor,

arms stretched forward,

hands open,

palms facing the heavens,

and I beg you

I plea

Please please please

Make it worth it.

I bitch not because I think I’m right all the time

But because I want to be wrong

I want you to be different

To change

to validate me

my love

my effort

cannot be in vain,

please.

Please pick me up

Glue my heart

Mend my life

Make me right

By proving I am wrong

Right now

Please.

Cry

Beg

Fight

Pray

Just please,

A sign

Any sign

You care at all

 I can’t talk anymore

Repeat what I’ve said a million times

Because every time I do

And every time you listen

Still

Nodding

passive

I believe in us a little less

until there’s nothing.

Are we there yet?

Am I there yet?

It’s everything.

One by one,

all the answers seem to be gone.

What have I done?

Where have I driven myself?

What to I feel? 

What to do next?

Where to go?

Who to trust?

Who to love?

I am a roadkill.

One by one,

Arrows of disappointment pierce me

And my passion for living flows away,

Leaving my heart empty

My soul drained

My will crushed

Paaaaaa

There’s nothing else to be sucked out of me.

Nothing.

You are no more.

One by one,

The reasons that made me believe we made sense

Together

Are being scrapped away

Erased

And I fear there are none now.

Am I pushing us beyond the reasonable?

Was I wrong about being wrong?