How do you know when it's the right time to go? 'Cause you always seem to leave in my time of need. Please, just sit and stay with me. I miss the days before we started to drift away when we could talk about nothing for hours straight. You'd say, "Don't be afraid, we'll find our place someday," but sadly, darling, that day never came. I tried to build a home in you, but the foundation was overlooked. The floorboards are shaking in the room we loved once. Is this the end for us? You know how much I love to take care of you, but sometimes I have to take care of me, too. This is the third day you've spent shacked up in your bed and I'm wondering if you'll ever pull through. I can't tell what's worse: you leaving in the night or never leaving at all. I swore that I was cursed, but now the ceiling's falling, the paint's chipping off the walls.
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