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Jul 2016
his breath smelled like that of an addicts.
he smokes cigarettes now.
I think she put him on.
I don't recognize the person he wants to be.
the reason why he can't love me always changes and I believe that is why he can't ever answer the question.
I don't want to set a plate on a table for someone who may never come.
but I will still open the door for you if you decide to come.
you don't give me hope anymore, in fact you give me reasons to go.
but I'm tired of leaving.
it's your turn.
it's your turn to tell me you'll never knock on the door.
it's your turn to tell me your lips will never touch the fork that's been there for 3 Christmas's.
it's your turn to confess that I was just a void that you wanted to fill.
that your need for me was that of a curious kids'.
I was something you'd never had but not at all what you had expected.
you are something I've never had but that's to be expected.
listen: oceans - seafret
Written by
Melany J Zagazeta  Wilmington, NC
(Wilmington, NC)   
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