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Evie Fisher Sep 2010
If you could feel this burn
This endless weight inside my chest
Constantly feeling the need to reach for the
man who leaves me bleeding, aching
Just to know what he’s been thinking.
I can’t help but wonder who your heart is beating for
And why it’s so hard to look me in the eyes
And not feed me all those lies.
I promise, is a promise to break that promise.
Not once have you made so much as an
Effort to put me at your side.
Do you even say my name outside of the sheets?
Every day and every night I die and wonder why
I bother because you are never the one to cry.
How is it fair that you can do as you please
While I sit here and beg on my knees
Just to see your face.
See you smile
And hope that you want to stay for a while.
I’d run a mile, or even a thousand
just to hold you
and even when I hate you, I still love you
When will we ever see the potential we have
To be and create the most wonderful thing
You have ever seen
You know we have it.  We have that thing
That thing that keeps pushing
That keeps fighting
That keeps burning inside our hearts.
Your hand feels good in mine
But I don’t want to have to ask.
I shouldn’t have to wish
I shouldn’t have to cry.
I should just have you as you have me.
It is the worst way to miss someone.
It is the worst fear to fight for so long
Only to see it was for nothing.
And no one wanted to see me hurt
But I hold on.
I remain strong
But these legs are buckling
And this weight is growing
And this heart is breaking
And I can’t stop shaking as I
Clutch my stomach.
I can’t breathe.
This hurt is taking over me
And I curse the stars
For all of the times I have
Sat up waiting
Wishing
Hoping
And breaking
And it’s been so long since
I’ve felt that sparkle in my eye.
That light in my smile.
It’s fading.
How is it that the person who’s taken
It from me is the only one who can
Put it back?
Get me back on track
And light up the dark.
Baby, please.  Don’t sit and watch me burn.
Have you ever loved someone so much, it made you sick?

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