Repeated

The story repeated itself.

It's like as if we're trapped in the same hole.

Twice.

Only this time, it still hurt me as the first one.

You said we are different but what's exactly stopping you; for not fighting⁠:

not even trying.

Why it seems like you're giving up—Or maybe you just never tried the first place?

Maybe it was just me.

Who think too hard; too stiff.

Wanting you to feel exactly the same.

I never forced you—I'm just trying.

But until when and how long exactly I will stay?

I'm tired but I can't help myself.

Tell me I'm stupid; foolish; dense.

Manipulate me as much as you want.

At the end of the day, you will be the one I will choose, A.

And whose fault?

No one.