Get you back

My heart isn’t
in this fight
anymore. I’m not
looking out for
anyone but
myself. Your
blue eyes haunt
me constantly,
reminding me
I’m not even
real. I hate
this. I hate
the failure I
see in me
every single
day. No one’s
even trying.

Let me go.

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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    You’re as real as it gets, Jones.

Go ahead -- say something. Anything.