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Jul 2013
What to say,
What to do,
Always trying to figure out my next move.

Why is it always my turn?
Why am I always the one to reach out, only to be burned.

Invisible hands bound my body
Squeezing tighter and tighter.

Barely breathing, I give up.
I tell you the 8 words I never thought would come out of my mouth.

We will never be the same after this,
And I'm the one who has to live with it,
While you sleep like a baby beside her.

I tried.
I really did.
But right now it stings too much to hear about the girl you chose over me. 

It stings to know my feelings didn't matter.
It stings to know that what was best for me, wasn't the best for you.
It stings to know that was the one and only chance you and I will ever have.

Once the walls are rebuilt,
They will never crumble. 

And you will never be able to reach this place,
Ever again.
Written by
Alessandra Cooluris
353
   Miriam
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