Till Death do us Part

Sometimes I think, why can’t I be enough for you?

Why do you have to die if I am here for you?

Why can’t I be everything you need and more.

Do yo I need someone to talk to?

I can listen.

But it’s not the same I guess,

I guess each person has to make their own choices....and this is yours. 

No matter how much I dislike your options

and wish you had chosen better ones.

I'm trying to be there for you,

I want to be there for you.

How can I be there for you when I've already exhausted all of my tears.

The tears in my wells have run dry long ago,

and I keep trying to make attempts,

but it’s just not and will never be the same.

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