THE END BEGINS HERE

You don't want to be with me anymore.

I have felt this for a while.
Especially when you 'hmm' at me, as if you no longer care to make shapes with your lips and allow words to come out.

You don't want to be with me anymore.

You don't ask how I feel these days.
I could be face down in the dirt with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a boxing glove on the other, but you wouldn't pick up on my exhaustion, boredom or anger.

You don't want to be with me anymore.

This isn't going to work.
You tell me half-heartedly,
That actually,
You do still want to be with me.

But this really isn't going to work,
Because,

I don't want to be with you anymore.

3 July 2006