I want to think of you fondly but I don't today. All I feel are your mistakes. They weigh on more than just you. Your actions are a domino of movements touching the domino people around you. Not to eat domino pizza. Just dominate the conversation.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick when you call. I'm sick when you don't.
I'm afraid of commitment because you're afraid of commitment.
You don't commit.
You did not commit to me.
I was not worth much then, and I am not worth now.
I would think you could keep your pants on.
I would think you could control yourself better than you do.
You're just a mess like this canvas of paint turning into mud beneath an inexpert hand.
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