At least I still have you
who hasn't thrown me away.
Though sometimes I feel like
I'd leave you tomorrow
if I had anywhere to go.
You wonder why I stray
but all the reasons
are right in your face.
I've resigned myself
to this lackluster life.
I've been cheating on you for years
not physically
but mentally.
My imagination
is a wicked mistress,
my insecurity- a filthy whore.
The Soft Collapse Into a Life You Never Chose
“I’ve resigned myself / to this lackluster life.”
This is not just about the relationship—it’s about your entire emotional existence. The resignation to me is global:
• you’ve accepted mediocrity as fate
• you no longer expect joy
• they see yourself as someone who must settle
It gives me the sense of a quiet surrender.