With you

I dont know what to do with you,
with us,
with this,
im feeling so desperate,
its not my idea of bliss,

This isnt what I want,
not this ignorance.

I feel that I am unimportant,
in this,
with you,

even when we kiss,
there is hope,
and sadness,

That this,
with you,
may be the very last time,

I think I am done with you,
with this,
inequality.

No matter how much I love you.

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