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I don’t know how it happened But I am the victim but I am also the caretaker I am the one wiping her tears and holding her an embrace Letting her know it’s going to be okay (will it?) Her tears falling into my hair like summer snow And some part of me feels comforted I get to hold her again I get to make her feel better My favorite feeling The pain Fades for a second For a second Everything is okay We are riding bikes through the streets laughing like little kids We are jumping in the icy December waters of the canals at midnight We are deliriously happy But then I snapped back Because in reality This short-lived love This short-lived fix Masks my pain The wounder uses the wounded in a twisted way I am the caretaker but I am the victim I tell her it’s going to be okay When its the mess she caused She expects me to pick up the pieces But I don’t even know the game she wants to play I tell her that I love her Even when every time before that wasn’t enough This time it’s all she needs to hear Somehow Even though I am the one crushed She needs me to make her feel better She needs me to give her solace How is that fair? When really All she brings me is pain
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Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 4:31 PM UTC
I am the victim but I am also the caretaker
I don’t know how it happened But I am the victim but I am also the caretaker I am the one wiping her tears and holding her an embrace Letting her know it’s going to be okay (will it?) Her tears falling into my hair like summer snow And some part of me feels comforted I get to hold her again I get to make her feel better My favorite feeling The pain Fades for a second For a second Everything is okay We are riding bikes through the streets laughing like little kids We are jumping in the icy December waters of the canals at midnight We are deliriously happy But then I snapped back Because in reality This short-lived love This short-lived fix Masks my pain The wounder uses the wounded in a twisted way I am the caretaker but I am the victim I tell her it’s going to be okay When its the mess she caused She expects me to pick up the pieces But I don’t even know the game she wants to play I tell her that I love her Even when every time before that wasn’t enough This time it’s all she needs to hear Somehow Even though I am the one crushed She needs me to make her feel better She needs me to give her solace How is that fair? When really All she brings me is pain
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isabel-11
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 4:31 PM UTC
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