You words skip through my mind like a broken record,
Always spinning but never moving forward,
In play but always repeating
Giving you space to be retreating
Causing my love to be receding.
And the repetition of your statement is the hammer beating the nail in the coffin of this relationship.
Every start is shorter with every ending longer,
And I just grow more numb to the needle of this record player attempting to play scars like vinyl.
And every time I think this is it,
There goes that damn skip.
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