"i can see your disconnected eyes that are giving up on our promise,
but did our promise really matter when we both had words caught up in our throats, words that would destroy 'us'? i don't remember a 'us' that was happy, i don't remember a 'us' that wasn't broken,
we're damaged beyond repair, but not one of us wants to fix anything. giving up is easy but we can't seem to bring ourselves to do it,
dragging each day like we drag our feet back to our house,
our house which hasn't felt like a home for a long time.
do us a favor, say those words burning on your tongue,
do me a favor, hurt me one last time, i'd rather die of heartache for a few days than continue lying to your face.
do us a favor, let us go."
-k.v.
