turn, turn, turn

Please pass me my things so i can leave.
my welcome has been expired. obviously.
I can tell because your smile seems tired now. you are looking at me with the eyes watchin every move i make, wondering if my shifts of position are me getting up to take off.
I've finally caught on. Unfortunately.
It hurts. wow, is that a boring statement or what?
This is the part where the soundtrack fills in some acoustic slow string, deep felt beat. And the vocals gotta tell me to get outta here cuz for some reason you wont just come out and say it. Then the music will drown out the cheap talk of mine and yours which is simply smearing this foul moment.
Have you ever seen a smile fade so dramatically mid sentence. Because I will acknowledge the reality of this realization.
Drowned out.
This is not playing out the way I initially thought…
But I think its right.
Because ignorance is bliss but I don't want it. I ask each night that everything be returned to its correct fit. My bed has been missing me apparently. My "feelings" were not supposed to stay here.
"Can you please pass my keys. I'm gunna take off."
I'm sorry. That’s me speaking. Not you. Never you. Pass me back my feeling, as in me is where they are right to reside.
Gather the contents of my pockets that I have left on your coffee table. Add some friction between my feet and this tile. Anything to draw this out. The momentum powers my body forward as my soul stands in your doorway staring. This can't be the truth. But it must be because something's taken my ability to argue this time.
There seems to be somethings that just come. And there are some things that just go. And the part I can't change is the movement. I attempt to manipulate the directions. I push the pendulum as best I can for as long as I can and forget that the further I get, the farther it swings back. Reverse. Rewind. And every moment plays back in my head the entire ride. Questioning that time and that time. What about that time…?
The easiest response is to just join my body and step out.
But…


But..?