I couldn't sleep tonight and so I stretched each muscle in my body.
I always tried to get you to stretch with me
But you never seemed interested in anything that didn't match your romanticized fantasies.
I remember as a child, I was the most flexible in my class.
My knees touch the floor during the butterfly stretch and it felt like I was actually worth something in that moment.
Sometimes I think honestly about life and where I've gone wrong
and what I could have done differently to make it better.
I never thought when I was a kid, that I would be as sad as I am now days.
Happiness is a choice, but I've never been good at decision making.
From all those sleepless nights I lay in my bed
Remembering the goals I had for us a single
Tear drips onto my pillow because I know that I can't start this one over.
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