Incapable

I’m not a toy

A plaything to bring you joy

I feel things deep

Feelings you think are weak

 

Warped and broken on your own

Things left not dealt with as you’ve grown

Why won’t you even try to heal

Get yourself some help that’s real

 

Nothing that you own

Will make us feel like home

Your desire for control is insatiable

To love me you’re incapable

 

Praying can soothe your soul

But you continued to lose control

You’re so blind to see

This is why you ruin any relationship with me

 

It’s time for a final goodbye

No more lies

It was never meant to be

You and I will never be a we

 

Nothing that you own

Will make us feel like home

I’m easily breakable

But To love you’re incapable

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notfeeling40

I'm turning 40 in April 2017... So much seems to have happened and changed. I guess I am feeling I should have it figured out by 40, but does anyone every really have it all figured out?

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