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Mar 2021
How do you say that you don’t care about who touches me now with such a lack of emotion,
When the thought of someone doing the same to you makes me burn with enough rage to fill an ocean,
Yet I continue to believe you every time, and then I wake up a week later with you on my missed call list,
It really feels like we’re just a failed connection that could’ve been something, but now it’s time to cease and desist,
At this point, I give in to the inevitability that we were never truly meant to be,
That we lost our chance with all the times you chose another her over me,
Maybe in another lifetime, our souls will meet again,
But I’ve got to say I hope not, so this is the end,

I can’t keep falling for you, just to have you trip me,
Like a mirage or a trick that I don’t ever see coming,
And maybe I’m just tired of not being able to breathe,
Because I know you’re telling her the same sweet nothings,
You used to whisper to me,

Each time I’ve tried to pull away you would just convince me I was the problem while looking me right in the eyes,
Your tongue always manipulated me into agreeing I didn’t love you enough while coated in the sweetest lies,
And I’d fall in this trap over and over, so is it fate that it’s happening to you now?
Maybe you shouldn’t have ****** in Karma’s Wheaties so many times, but anyhow,
You’ll never see the fault in your own doing, blaming everyone else for every single one of your issues,
I’m personally done being a punching bag for your emotional problems while metaphorically handing you tissues,
So please find the nearest exit and remember to never darken my door again,
The only parting gift I’ll give you is the advice to wrap it with your next “friend,”

I can’t keep falling for you, just to have you trip me,
Like a mirage or a trick that I don’t ever see coming,
And maybe I’m just tired of not being able to breathe,
Because I know you’re telling her the same sweet nothings,
That I used to let you whisper to me.

You can whisper in all their ears Paul,
Pride did always come before the fall.
Valarola Nikola
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Valarola Nikola  33/F/New York
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