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Break

We were best friends

We broke up

things are ugly

Our friends have picked sides

not because they were forced but because they weren't really my friends to begin with

 

You couldn't decide

Couldn't be friends

Couldn't be lovers

Couldn't handle me in your life at all

 

"If you are out, I will not be"

"Sorry doesn't fix anything. Us not seeing one another anymore does."

 

You have spun yourself as the good guy.

And they will call you mature.

You've handled this the best way you could.

Sometimes things just don't work out.

It wasn't your fault.

These things just happen

Sometimes

 

I will be crazy

Or unstable

Or just need to try harder to move past it.

I will be the bad guy.

 

I will stand drunk here in my apartment as you stick your drunken tongue down my throat

And your drunken fingers inside me

 

And I will wait for the morning to come so you can blame me

blame alcohol

blame anything except your lack of self

self respect, self worth, self control

 

Again.

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rachel-sterling
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May 21, 2017
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