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I call, no answer
I write, no reply
I scream out your name, nothing but a fall breeze in response

This is the end...
I guess this is the end...
Is this the end?
I'm so uncertain, torn, perplexed, mind-boggled
I can't piece it together

Did I hurt you?
If I did it was unintentional
Was the distance too far?
Like a rubber band stretched too thin
Or were we just not solid enough?
Like glass people, in glass houses, living glass lives

To be completely honest
Not knowing hurts more than missing you
I feel like we're characters in a book, and someone's ripped out the last few chapters
No one will know how our story ends

But I guess it has ended, it's just incomplete
There clearly will not be anymore chapters in this book
But the ****** was weak and unappealing

If I could go back and rewrite the ending, I'd go out with a bang
Plates would be thrown, voices raised
Fury, rage, adrenaline, passion

Something to prove, to myself
That it mattered
That we mattered
Instead this just feels, broken

You did teach me many things though
You taught me that nothing in life is constant
That no matter how hard you try, how much you care
Somethings are just beyond you

You taught me that love is fragile
And that "I love you" means "I love you now"
That the worst thing you can do to someone is to be indifferent about them
That even hatred has more meaning than nothing

I don't really cry anymore
Did you know that?
Would you care?
I guess when you left you took that too

I feel like I cant appropriately put into words how I feel about you now
So I'll leave this section for another day
When my thoughts are more clear