the rope

You live your life.

you and your mess

it's littered with bad choices, filled with excuses, you are drowning

And yet it is I that cannot breathe.

miles away and still in the same room you always want me on your side

you are the master of right words and

I believe you.

Believe, believe, and believe

Over and over again like a bad song on the radio that repeats itself I somehow know and sing the lyrics and start saying them to myself all over again.

"It will get better, it will get better," I say to myself

I believe you. And when your words fall like broken glass,

I too break

When will you stand behind your words?

Because words are just that – words.

Trust me. I want you to succeed.

I cannot do it for you. I am pulling, pulling, and pulling only to see it is for nothing

I am pulling a rope tied to nothing.

Only you can make a change.

I will go on loving you. I will always love you.

I will not pull the rope.

Deep down, I keep breaking. I keep breaking as I watch you tempt fate and try this balancing act.

but I'm putting those pieces together once again, choosing to hope that change does in fact live in you.

I will wait. and wait. and wait.

But no longer will I pull the rope.