We argue.
Every time it ends with you saying that I'm selfish.
I always end up apologizing for mistakes I didn't make.
Forgive me baby, I had enough. I'm tired, of trying to fix something that can't be fixed.
Let's do ourselves a favor and stop before it's too late.
YOU ARE READING
Roses bleed
PoetryI left my soul in there, you might find it if you take some time.