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Apr 2015
The hardest part is realising
That I will always love you
And you'll always love someone else

It's the curse I've been burdened with
To watch the ones I fall in love with
Fall in love with other boys
Like a flower that's shriveled and died
I watch you pick a new bouquet
Of pretty faces and enchanting eyes
But just as always
I'm stuck on the floor
Every dried petal trampled to oblivion
I relive it everyday
Like a hex that forces me to die
At the strike of twelve

And when that clock strikes midnight
I'm reborn
I'm cursed
With a reoccurring nightmare
Where my heart is put out on display
For all to poke and pick up
Only to watch them throw it down and Step on it without remorse
And years ago

I used to sit and wonder
Why I'd always been left behind
Alone and naked
Begging for you to pick me up
And hold me like you used to
When we first fell in love

But I came to realise
That I'd ended up alone for a reason
It wasn't love you were seeking
It wasn't love any of you were seeking
It was entertainment
And I was the naive little clown

All of you crushed me
And I stood silent
I couldn't move
How could I have?
Christopher Zaghi 2015
Christopher Zaghi
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Christopher Zaghi  Toronto
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