Here which is the place we call being together
My feelings are allowed no space
my needs allowed no grace
My opinions no platform to breathe
The ceiling and walls that surround us
are closing in
I'm done with this
I'm through feeling like I'm crowding you
I deserve more than this
More than you
Someone who is capable of loving me
Without all the drama of his self-preserve
So here is your night to be alone
And when you awake
You will have many many more
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