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Oct 2012
I held her the way i would hold a cup of water,
Firmly around the sides,
Ready to catch each drop that falls out.
But at the same time, i was driving down a rocky road,
I made it a bigger risk that a drop may fall out.

I thought of her the same way i thought of my home.
A get away from the world,
And where i spent my whole day wishing i could be.
But i guess i stayed too long cause i made the house a mess.

I listened to her the same way i listened to my music,
Ignored the rest of the world,
and hummed to the tune of her voice.
But perhaps i hummed too loud and drowned out her voice too much.

I looked at her the same way i look at each star,
Tilted my head and was shocked
by how something could shine so bright.
But the light got brighter and brighter,
And i could no longer see the star as a whole.

I tried to treat her the way i do with my glasses.
Becuase if i broke them,
I'll never see what I've done.
But i didnt not break them, i have scratched it just enough that i cannot clearly see where it is that i am standing.
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