Endlessly Surrendering
Here I sit, all alone, at night.
I've grown used to the empty feeling
your absence seldom seizes to invite.
And my mind races so rapidly, its as if its gaining sufficient momentum to take flight.
And you don't even deny or try to explain... despite.
All the stress it causes, why do you think it always ends in a fight?
This will never change, no relief in sight.
Like I'm at the end of the tunnel, where there's little, to no light.
Endlessly surrendering my heart, now broken and contrite.
All because you refuse to be up-front and forthright
About your actions, which consequently, affect our relationship's plight.
In what world, under what rule, in which time warp, could your selfish behavior be viewed as alright?
I find it rather impolite... ironically... that's being polite.
Since the anger inside has me wound up so tight, I feel like I'm having a heart attack...
so if you continue this behavior, I am truly positive I just might.
This is, unfortunately, something that cannot be fixed overnight.
Was it all an enormous oversight?... or am I just being uptight?
The helping hand you purposely bite.
With a smug-like grin of tremendous delight.
I don't want you anywhere in sight...
I have no plans to reunite... because history, of all things,
is impossible to rewrite!
Copyright © Lindsay Hertzig | Year Posted 2022
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