Over.
Under.
And in between.
I keep crawling through these hoops.
Each one getting tighter and tighter.
I try to stick around because I'm so invested.
I invested my time.
Energy.
Happiness.
Into you.
Only you.
It's hard to let you go.
To let this go.
When all I felt was you.
All I feel is you.
I want you to come and tell me we're okay.
Everything's fine.
But you don't.
I walk past you and try to avoid eye contact.
I acknowledge my problems with you.
But I view past them.
I know you're better than what's happening right now.
And I know you'll find someone better than me.
I just pray you won't.
