My job

It is not my job to make you whole.

I am not a glue, designed to mend your ends while my own disposition bends to your constant highs and lows. I don’t feel like talking when everything comes to blows.

So I write. Try to find more intuitive ways to express my plight, because… I am a human being. I will wilt like any other rose, without water and my thorns will prick (if not seen).

Do you know what I mean?

I am not perfect by any means.

Don’t expect us to like each other when we're both being mean.

I’d rather sleep on my emotions, keep my thoughts clear

and my words clean.

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