Closing

Who is to blame
In a situation like this?
Weary eyes aren't pretty
You love making them happen
Growing so tired
Message is breaking
Meaning is breaking
Growing lightly
Staying uncoiled
Searching for nothing more than
An escape of whatever this
Might be called
I'm sorry for hiding it
I am so afraid
You were right all along, though
And you don't even fucking believe me
Years of spilled ink
I'm losing my rounds and
I hate it, I hate you
Stop acting like you know
You would never take the time to
Get to know me
No one will