I won't bother lying about it
I get frustrated at times,
how I can't tell if
you can't make up your mind
or if you're just waiting
to break it across my back
One night you'll be eyes to the sky,
all starlit and mystical,
and the next, submerged, clenched,
closed underwater
That's a shame too,
I've let it dig too deep before,
because I never waver
certainly, not about you
Even now, frustrated, afar,
I remain unbending
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