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May 2016
We were lovers in every sense of the word.
Sure, we made love
And I didn’t know where your body ended and mine began,
Our breathing labored and smiles slipping into our kisses.
But you were my confidant
That held all my deepest darkest secrets,
My human diary.
You dove to save me when I drowned in my tears
And wrapped me up in your arms when I fell to pieces.
We clicked, we understood each other.
You knew my silence was not the silent treatment
And I knew when you gave me that look, you needed to be held.
But we were the definition of hurting the people you care about the most.
You ripped my pages out of you,
No longer wishing to be my diary.
You condemned me like I was a haunted building,
The ghosts of my anxiety and depression haunting you.
Instead of banishing the spirits to save me, you gave up.
You no longer wanted to listen to me,
My problems were too much for you to hold.
When did I become the world on Atlas’ shoulders?
When did you start seeing yourself as atlas?
Our connection went away and I no longer knew what you needed from me.
You let me fall apart and stepped on my broken pieces like they meant nothing.
I finally drowned in my tears.
Making love no longer felt special,
Just something we felt obligated to do.
You gave me an ultimatum, but when I chose you,
You ******* left anyway.
I tried to help myself when you could no longer help me.
I wanted to relieve some of the pressure on Atlas,
But my world just crashed on top of me.
I couldn’t breathe, but you ******* walked away.
I chose you.
I chose you.
I chose you.
But you didn’t choose me.
Sydney Noxon
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Sydney Noxon  22/Non-binary/Chicago, IL
(22/Non-binary/Chicago, IL)   
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