Just Stop

byRedHairedandFriendly©

Pleasing you.
Pleasing me.
That’s what we fight about.
I give.
You give.
No one is left out.

Words are not spoken.
Written or sung.
Eventually somehow
they still have stung.

I took you for granted.
You did the same to me.
Now we both lie wilted.
No longer feeling free.

Our hearts are torn and splintered.
Shattered glass tears at our soul.
I have no more to give you.
This mind is growing old.

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