Must She Go?

Felt excited to get out of bed

I want to enjoy each moment

But also wanting to run through it all

Anxiety’s a killer

But your snaps are just filler

Between sunrise and sunset

Of days filled with second guessing

I’m exited when I talk to you

Or is the drugs coursing through veins?

Prohibited till you take hold of my brain

I love your words, and in these moments

I feel no shame

But they are fleeting

So the next time you say

“I’ve got to go”

Must you really?

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