Fighting poem

I’m sick of this crying.

Our fussing.

Our fighting.

It’s all we ever do.

I can’t stand to see my tears fall again.

I love you, you know it’s true.

I always want to be with you.

You always say you miss me too.

But sometimes I just don’t think it’s true.

One minute its babe you know I wish I could.

Then the next it’s not talking to each other at all.

I just wish things were always good.

But we both know that things can’t always be great.

You’ll be leaving me soon too.

I can’t stand to even think about that.

I’m so scared of what will happen next with us.

I don’t want us to end, but we both know it’s coming.

You’re going to school far away.

And I’ll still be here.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you here.

I need you here with me.

Not thousands of miles away.