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We’ve fallen apart, You and I. Just the ‘us‘. I’m still okay; Are you? I called you out. I was exhausted From your words, Your irritating way Of getting all attention By asking for none. It worked for you. Not me. I hated you, Secretly. It grew in my Chest with everyday Passing, while I pasted on a smile And lied with my Face straight, and You never guessed A thing. All the while the Hate grew in my Chest, secretly. I spoke in my calm Words; I was nearly Poetic with my Choices. I gave You reasons, I gave you chances. Millions. You blew them all. Just like that guy. That was why I Hated you. You lost all Sense of morality, And soon your Clothing showed It; your music did, Your personality Died. It was only ever defined By guys anyway. You died to me Long ago. I was at the funeral, Looking, just Observing like Always. Where were you? I waited, I watched. You never showed. I always thought People attended Their own funerals… At least Metaphorically. But you weren’t there At all. Just the person You once were. The new one Was Somewhere Else Entirely. Could you ask To switch Places? Because I Liked the old One Better.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
Thoughts on a Friend Lost
We’ve fallen apart, You and I. Just the ‘us‘. I’m still okay; Are you? I called you out. I was exhausted From your words, Your irritating way Of getting all attention By asking for none. It worked for you. Not me. I hated you, Secretly. It grew in my Chest with everyday Passing, while I pasted on a smile And lied with my Face straight, and You never guessed A thing. All the while the Hate grew in my Chest, secretly. I spoke in my calm Words; I was nearly Poetic with my Choices. I gave You reasons, I gave you chances. Millions. You blew them all. Just like that guy. That was why I Hated you. You lost all Sense of morality, And soon your Clothing showed It; your music did, Your personality Died. It was only ever defined By guys anyway. You died to me Long ago. I was at the funeral, Looking, just Observing like Always. Where were you? I waited, I watched. You never showed. I always thought People attended Their own funerals… At least Metaphorically. But you weren’t there At all. Just the person You once were. The new one Was Somewhere Else Entirely. Could you ask To switch Places? Because I Liked the old One Better.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
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