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May 2014
In the company of me, myself and I
Behind this concrete.
We cry for the ones that got away
and the ones that let us go.
We cry for the friends we were forced to forget
after they stabbed us in the back
The β€œsoulmates” that come and go as they please;
and eventually never come back,
despite their promise to stay forever.
It would seem, ''forever'' has plenty definitions
and to the ones I gave my heart to,
it meant a few months.

Still alone with me, myself and I
Behind these walls.
We weep over spilt milk
The time we lost,
pathetically trying to put it back in the jug.
We weep over the bridges we begrudgingly burnt
in an attempt to move on.
We mourn the bad decisions we willingly made.
Our foolishness, when we actually did know better.
My emotions have betrayed me.
If only I had listened to reason,
I would not have experienced all this treason.

Oh leave me be!
Leave me here in my sweet solitude.
I can't bear to hear you say, it'll be alright.
Not when all that's unfolding before me is wrong.

I want to stay here behind these high towers,
Lick my wounds and stay in safety.
Call me a coward if you will!
Call it a prison if you must!
But peace is all I want.
When I'm outside
Moments with them keep playing
Their colourful memories,
all day they haunt me.
And for as long as I'm awake.
In the back of my mind,
their beautiful faces taunt me.
Just no escape.
No courage either
to deal with them head on, so I remain
Behind these high walls
Guarded by barbed wire.
Blair
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Blair  South Africa, JHB
(South Africa, JHB)   
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