You say you want to take care of me

Yet you joke about giving me money

So many times I lay awake

Thinking that life is opaque

When in reatlity it’s clear

That you want me without my problems

So I will wallow in them by myself

Because in this is the shelf of opportunity

Offering me what you’ve never been giving

I don’t just want your heart,

I want the art that we’ve made together

I want it all

Give me your wonder

And I will tell you

That when December comes

I will no longer need your friendship.

why do I feel so lonely in this relationship?


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