Spirits

He pushes

But he can’t see

Past his own beliefs

Which don’t make sense

But I love him

And it doesn’t matter

To him.

What he will never know..

Is how lonely it feels

Right now.

To not have him

Breaks me

But to have him

When he’s at his worst

When he doesn’t care to care

When he’s stuck

And doesn’t give a fuck

That Breaks me even more

I can’t make him see

What he cannot see

What he does not want to see

Even when he shows more

It doesn’t stay that way

He always goes back

Covered in a cloud of black

Chooses to remain

On the losing end

Unwilling to learn

Unwilling to listen

You can’t teach

You can’t reach

Someone who doesn’t care

to listen

Doesn’t care to hear

Would rather create fear

For others

Than to make the air clear

And it hurts

To be the one who loves him

Cause my love

To him

Will never be good enough

And I can’t stay

When all he does is find reasons

To push me away


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