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Confession


“Do you love me?” 

There was no answer. 

Silence concords the place, like a lonely night 

And it separated us  

And that choked me 

It butchered my belief. 

It poured liquor into a cup that overflowed but I still drank. 


There was a traffic of silence,  

And I did not bawl,

I did not request more,

But an unwelcoming feeling overfilled my ears, 

shadows lunged in my soul, 

And that relationship that had been sound,  

As such some freshly plucked roses, 

Turned into painful branches with thorns.

 

Your love was not worth expressing, because it was no longer there.

But you were my fix for my strange addiction.

I couldn't stop thinking about your smile, it was just so rare.

I can remember that sometimes I would just crave that friction.

But now you were no longer worth the glare.


You made me feel as if you needed me 

But the next day it seemed so easy for you to leave me. 


I no longer know how to keep you here at hand,

I no longer know what it is like to have someone that understands.

 
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