We.Quit.
We fuss. We fight.
Can't get this right.
I swear I'm done and try to leave,
But I can't. I want you here with me.
You say we're done, that I'm crazy,
But still you never actually leave.
Yet somehow, nothing's better than this.
Through everything, we just can't quit.
Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2010
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