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I want to say It surprises me. That I’m shocked. Blind-sided. Utterly amazed. But I can’t Because I’m not. I knew. I knew From the very beginning That we would be short lived Just like my confidence In us. The “us” And “we” That didn’t really exist. A “summer romance” Is what you called it. We fell victim to Unfortunate circumstances. The idea was perfect. The timing was anything but. None of that’s important though. All it is Is the same old, same old. Childish games. Mindless flirting. Half-hearted hugs And wasted kisses. Intricate and crucial Moments in our lives That we can never get back. That years from now We probably won’t even Remember. I will. But I can’t describe How doubtful I am That you will. No one else Ever does. I’m the only one Stuck with ghosts From my past And stuck with skeletons In my closet And stuck with baggage From my mind. All things I can’t seem to shake Because of the moments Similar to this one And the people Similar to you. That’s why Nothing ever surprises me.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 1:09 AM UTC
Surprises
I want to say It surprises me. That I’m shocked. Blind-sided. Utterly amazed. But I can’t Because I’m not. I knew. I knew From the very beginning That we would be short lived Just like my confidence In us. The “us” And “we” That didn’t really exist. A “summer romance” Is what you called it. We fell victim to Unfortunate circumstances. The idea was perfect. The timing was anything but. None of that’s important though. All it is Is the same old, same old. Childish games. Mindless flirting. Half-hearted hugs And wasted kisses. Intricate and crucial Moments in our lives That we can never get back. That years from now We probably won’t even Remember. I will. But I can’t describe How doubtful I am That you will. No one else Ever does. I’m the only one Stuck with ghosts From my past And stuck with skeletons In my closet And stuck with baggage From my mind. All things I can’t seem to shake Because of the moments Similar to this one And the people Similar to you. That’s why Nothing ever surprises me.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 1:09 AM UTC
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