Guessing Game, All the Same

Drag my face
through this place
that I have seen before,
but do it once more,
because I am a sucker
for punishment.
Repeat your lies,
with your big blue eyes,
feign the open palmed
unintentional harm.
I will give you more space,
to lay it all to waste,
with no thought and no sorrow,
for what today means for tomorrow.
I am growing drawn and tired
and my care for trying has expired.
For once I want to lean and rest,
and trust you will tend to the rest,
but I cant, anymore.
My heart is sore.
I don’t ‘do’ weak,
and you don’t do bleak,
So where does this leave us, love?
… Your guess is as good as mine.