back off

loving someone is not enough, it never is.
so if you can't even do that, what is the point in trying?

leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone
please, just leave me, leave me alone, leave me
alone.

i cannot handle not knowing, not knowing anything.
i cannot handle not knowing what to call this.

"forgive me first love, but i'm tired."

i am exhausted.
no more, please, i'm too weak.

i feel like an old piece of leather
that used to be a part of something
and is not anymore
but instead is left
stretched and used
over a frame of something
that used to matter to someone

i feel like an old piece of leather
stretched and used
forgotten.

and i hope you notice my blogs slowly becoming less and less fluent
and less and less nice
and less and less interesting to read

... i'm sorry for letting you down too.