God, I’m so tired. She fights for this when I want her to let go, but she didn’t fight when I was
I’m trying to move one. I already have. But she won’t let me go.
I used to see forever in her eyes.
Now I see it in their’s.
They make me happy. She doesn’t. Not anymore.
They get me excited to talk. I’m not sure if she ever did.
They start, before I have to ask. She never did.
I want to be happy. I want to do what makes me happy.
I don’t know much but I don’t think it’s her anymore. I think it’s them.












