an
insane amount of energy
goes into
you
the yearning
hoping
wishing
that you wanted to be here with me
wanting
lips pressed
hands clenched on my hips
'I love you'
on the tip of my ear
it's too much
for one person to measure up to
those
standards
......apparently
theres no fight
in you
for me
...anymore
so I stand in the boxing ring alone
waiting
and
wanting for both of us
bleeding from the pain
inflicted
upon myself
cuz you
don't
care
to win this battle
...for me