Scared Settled

it creeps in like air through a window pane

making me crazy, and every relationship the same

skip the bland beginner and middle, for that perpetual bitter end sending both of us reeling

the idea of the other person being bored is worse than any dissatisfaction I could ever be feeling

(and you're throwing plates again; like I am convinced I am better than everyone around me and I don't know how to make a person feel wanted

you said you are trying to match my breathing pattern but I am still gasping for air when things get settled

I must have told you just to save yours; like spare yourself the trouble of trying to get to my level)