There are differences and there are plights,
You can never ever win these fights.
You’ve tried and so has she;
Sometimes it just isn’t meant to be.
Step back and take a deep breathe,
Maybe she doesn’t need you to be her buttress.
She has better shoulders to cry on,
Those who are more of her own.
They say you derive strength from the weakness around,
Maybe you’re too strong for her to be bound.
She gets hope, warmth and happiness,
From the many woes, to her they confess.
In the end, as Chester said, it doesn’t even matter,
You and her - this relationship scattered.
For her own sake, just let her be,
The distance may fuck you up, but she’s happy.
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