Luggage

You're carrying around all this luggage like we're hopping a plane. It may be Louis V, but it's baggage all the same.
It's joint custody. You love me on the weekends, but entropy has me every other day of the week. I want to tell you I need you, but it's getting harder to speak. Impossible to decipher the words that come trickling through that gap in my lips. I thought you were trying to hear me better, but you're just leaning in for a kiss.
You write me off so much I don't know what to think. I'm just sitting here waiting until you run out of ink.