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Sep 2016
I wish I were as foolish as him to think we could ever work
But I know deep down it would only bring pain.
He doesn't seem to understand
That were to different, the feeling in his heart is lust and nothing more.

For a split second I let myself believe his words,
Then I was jolted back to reality
To him begging me for a chance
Me desperately fighting the tears that threatened to spill when I shook my head.

I had never seen a man cry until that night
The tears spilling from his eyes were like fragments of his soul
being violently torn from him.
He was shaking when he looked down to me, I will never forget the look in his eyes.

Broken hearts were only for people who were in a relationships,
Thats what I had always thought.
But when I saw the way he clutched at his chest,
Its like I could see his heart throbbing inside, threatening to stop any second.

I couldn't bring myself to walk away, although I knew I must
It was like he understood the conflict going through my head.
He silently peered into my eyes, that were now filling with tears
Their was a sort of understanding that took place then, I felt it in my bones.

I remember this as the first night we really saw each other,
I thought it would also be that last.
Little did I know that we would meet a year later, at a dance in town
We danced the night away, never saying a word.

We both remembered our last encounter, I could see regret in his eyes,
And knew he saw the same in mine
At the end of the night we had only said two words
I do.
Émilie Murray
Written by
Émilie Murray  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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   --- and K-mari AJani Jones
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