"the battle of who could care less"...

is only good until it's over and all the caring is gone then no one cares at all.
and i'm dangerously close to that point.
i see things from two different views-
like someone involved and someone watching from the outside.
obviously the views conflict each other-
from the inside view it's unbarable,
from the outside view it's resolvable.
the funny thing is you gotta care a lot to care less..
think about that before you let it all go.
blah.
so tired, from lack of sleep or lack of you.
the sheets don't feel welcoming.
"one more chance" never has a limit, it's just a prelude.
a story you're giving the chance to be told.
"one more chance" is a beginning sentence to a paragraph.
not an ending chapter, not an finale the way it's meant to be.
it's more of a "read between the lines" than a threat.
a reward instead of a warning.
i keep saying i'll throw in the towel but all i really do with it is lay it down for you to walk on.
every morning its like a different sun hits my skin with the way i keep wanting a new beginning.
but every night its the same chill putting me back where i (don't) belong.