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What is going on?

Just when I was starting to think I'd be okay

that I would be able to move on one day

and find someone else who I could love the way I loved you

what do you go and do?

You call me when you're drunk

who would've thunk

that I'd be the one that you call

as you stumble and fall

up the stairs on the way to your room

the man you used to want as your groom.

Who almost though his heart was healing

until you told him you were dizzy looking at the ceiling.

He realized he missed your voice on the phone

remembered the secrets you'd shown

and thousands of other memories over time

how you'd been partners in crime

for 8 long wonderful years

and that brought back more tears,

because that's when he remembered that you were no longer his

that you wouldn't be having his kids

or buying a house where you'd live together,

and spend your lives in each others arms forever.

All those dreams are long and gone

but he still waits, played like a pawn

as the queen protects her new king

and leads the pain into pain and suffering.

But the pawn keeps moving for her because that's all he knows

she was the future that he chose

but his future no longer wanted to choose him.

He had gone out on a limb

and given away his heart.

But when they grew apart

she kept a broken piece with her everywhere she went.

He thought he was slowly able to mend

but just realized that it was just pretend.

He was putting on a mask to make life easier

but the more he thinks the more he is queasier

because she's the one she called when she got wasted

which means in her mind he's still pasted.

He thinks about how she could've called her new thing

but she called me and I answered on the first ring,

because I still love her and a part of her loves me

and I know it's foolish but that's all I can see.

The slight glimmer of hope that I have when I shouldn't

because I want to think she would when I know that she wouldn't

ever get back with me for various reasons

although we've loved each other through so many seasons.

She called me, but why

why would she call the heartbroken guy

that still loves her when she won't return his feeling

yet at the same time is this call revealing.

I'll sit here and wonder but I'll never know

why she drunk called me and why I responded with hello.

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justin-bowers
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May 15, 2013
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