That's It

September 3, 2017

i don't know love unless

i'm forced to learn.

you forced me.

in the next chapter,

falling towards you like

a bad dream.

you hit the ground,

and I float here with no direction.

back where i started,

a little further down

a little more broken than I

was before.

I needed you when you

weren't needed,

and you will need me

just the same.

was the wait for me so

hard that

you'd sabotage the feeling

and weaken

my mind instead?

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