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This is about love and the constant battle it holds.

I Don't Know What To Call This

© O'Shanel Eppes

Iím tired of trying.
Iím tired of crying.
I donít have any fight left in me.
Iím so over it.
I gave you all of me
& you donít seem to notice.
I gave you the best of me
& you donít seem to care.
I gave you everything.
Iím not going to make you out
To be the bad guy or anything.
At first you were amazing.
Then you got comfortable.
You started to have an ďidcĒ attitude.
You just brush me off like lint.
You toss me off to the side
Like an old, dirty sock.
Throw me away like a used napkin.
Do you know how I feel?
I have no more tears left to cry.
Iím all dried out.
Everything I say to you is a lie?
I canít make you believe me.
I wonít.
Not anymore.
Iím done.
Are you that insecure?
Are you that hurt?
How do you think I feel?
Do you consider that?
I didnít think so.
I love you.
That scares me the most.
You say you love me too.
Do you really?
If this is what love feels like,
I want out.
From what I know
This isnít love.
Love is truthful and happy.
Not lying and misery.
I love you and I hate that.
Sometimes we have the best times,
Other times I wonder,
ďWhy are we even doing this?Ē
I canít take it anymore.
Youíre so indecisive.
One day you want me to be with you forever.
You want me to be your wife.
You canít live without me.
The next day you never want to see me again.
You donít want anything to do with me.
This isnít love.
If this is what love feels like I want out.
No I donít.
I canít give up.
I care about you too much.
You have issues and I do too.
Weíll work on this together.
As long as youíre willing.
Iím not going anywhere.
Iím here to stay.
ďI love you.Ē
ďI love you too.Ē

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Published: 10/16/2016

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We two form a multitude

- Ovid

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

- Aristotle