How do you base a two-year relationship on a single interview? How can you condemn a love like this to the outcome of a half hour exchange of words? If you aren't happy then fix the problem yourself; it's not my fucking fault. If there's a way I can help you then God damn it why don't you tell me?
These hot tears stain my face like your words dig in; relentless, overwhelming. I can move on and find someone who will treat me better than this but I don't want to. I want you. But my words are twisted; the emotion straining my vocal chords creates a disconnect between tone and mood.
What I'm saying is not conveying, the meaning, though I'm screaming, on the inside, comes out as lies.
I say things I don't mean as you mean things you don't say.
Our misinterpretations, are only simple representations, of a problem never fixed. How did we end up like this?
And your thoughts, have always crossed, your own mind, but not mine, so when we are introduced, hatred is produced.
Your claims, sound like blames, to me they're new, but old and lingering for you.
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