stop.

Cycles

You've done nothing but hurt me — Yes, I know I did damage to you, too

But I tried to reason out, but you don't open up your senses for me

But then you're blinded by our distress

And I want to let go of this haywire, slowly, or all at once

You refuse to understand while I try to understand you

You no longer bring significance — I'll end this cycle, hoping you would stop