Beat me to the punch

Cancel your plans with me,

Text me it’s just today,

Then say you’ve had enough.                

 Good thing last weekend

When I thought I was overthinking it-

It wasn’t my gut just acting up.

You’re now so stoic, gotten so tough,

Guess that veneer of sweetness

And desire to “slowly” build my trust

Was truly just a front.           

 Stop saying you’re sorry,

Sorry is as sorry does.

Spare me your “we shouldn’t”-

Just say “I can’t, I won’t face you”-

Give up the crutch, man,

Man- man the fuck up. 

If you’re only kind when you’re “feeling it”

Well, I guess then another one bites the dust.