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Jan 2014
Left in the silence
With so many things to say
I tried to burrow my face into the usual warmth of your chest

No matter how many times you sparked that lighter
It wouldn’t change the ways of the past
Or the thoughts of the future

We were walking back
You
Always a few steps in front of
Me

I stopped to fix my shoe
You didn’t even look back
The cuts on my feet would have to wait for a happier time.

I looked to the sky
Trying to grasp onto the memories of you
But the stars were jaded
Like the remnants of your burns

I told you to stop
But God knows you wouldn’t listen
I laid in my bed, tears escaping to my pillow
Night
after night
after night

I didn’t tell you that
I didn’t want me to become one of your problems
I wasn’t something that could be fixed
I guess you weren’t either

We were a pair of broken glasses
Attempting to see a clouded future
Together
Brooke Bello
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