What Do You Want?

Do you even know what you want anymore?

There was a time when you craved "The Good Life." Beautiful crib, couple of kids. Date nights with a good girl turned great wife.

It's as if we're at a standstill. How long do you expect me to let you push me away while I continue to pull us up this damn hill?

We're looking in two different directions. There are days when I look in the mirror and see your reflection.

With our eyes locked, I begin to recite all of the sweet things that you used to tell me. Replaying all of those nights we'd sit with our fingers intertwined, recounting all of those bridges that you used to sell me.

I'm not buying. I can't take another night of rocking myself to sleep because I'm tired of crying.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurting. Steady trying to fix something, knowing that it isn't working. This love is beyond broken.

You've done everything that you said you wouldn't. Now I'm sitting here facing all of the tough decisions that I felt I couldn't.

Thanks to you, I was forced to be stronger. You kept cutting my circulation off, so it made no sense holding on to this tight ass rope any longer.

This may not be goodbye, so I guess I'll see you later. Maybe one day we'll cross paths again and become something greater.

The common sense in me knows that it's unlikely. You've spent so much time searching for someone better, but you failed to realize that there's nobody like me.

At some point, you'll have to accept it. There aren't many people who will stick with you when life gets this hectic.

When it came to you, I was one of them. Women come a dime a dozen, but we both know that I'm one of one.

No, I won't force your hand. No, I don’t need any more tissue. Just remember when the next storm comes, standing by you to weather it is no longer my issue.