Things Change

Constant cold shoulder.
When will this be over?
I’m tired of burying my head in my pillow at night.
Crying myself to sleep because of fright.

When will it ever be right to say goodbye?
Staying here is part of a bribe.
I wish the pain would go away.
This shattering needs to subside in any way.

One day you hold me with affection.
The other days, I gasped when you touch me with cruel intentions.
This is not the same as when we first started.
It all changed the first time we parted.

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