Stuck

I am stuck.

I am stuck with words I want so badly to tell you.

I am stuck with wanting to just leave and let someone else love me.

I am stuck with endless cycle of us trying to play this game that no one seems to end up a winner.

I am stuck with thoughts of you that keep awake at night.

I am stuck and I all I ever want now is to leave.

But the thought of you being alone breaks me more than the pain of being stuck.

So I choose to be stuck because it keeps me from falling apart.