Or Something…

I wait with bated breath,
discombobulated;
I’m a stressed out mess.

I won’t debate
our relationship state
so why this unnecessary duress?

Your pace the place
until you’re red in the face
and ready to commit a knife crime?

Would be easier to admit
you’ve had enough of this shit
to last you a dozen life times.

You can’t start a fire
in the middle of a lake;
You can’t take more weight
than your conscience will bear.
You can’t move mountains
or change a river’s flow
but you can smile more
and pretend you care

All the time.