You would think one time would do it,
that the first time around would be sufficient
for not making the same mistakes,
not even slightly similar ones.

But here I am, crying until I can't see.
Bawling until my lungs hurt so much,
my heart is begging for it to stop.
Wrapping my arms around my shivering body.

Torn between loving you unconditionally,
and loving myself enough to pick up the scraps.
It is numbing to have someone who is your
happiness, and still with them be so unhappy.

So I slip between the cracks in our conversation,
and somewhere between tears and kisses I beg for
you to end it, because I cannot leave nor can I
live the life we so perfectly pretend to be ok in.