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yours truly Jan 2018
She played me like a game
And i was so oblivious.
I let her lead me in time;
thinking i was the only patient.
my eyes cry more than they ever did before
i wait for her to see me, but she noticed all along.
they say heartbreak takes time to get over;
but i'm running out of time,
i though she was a fallen angel needing me to guide.
But instead i fall in the trap she set in my mind.
my eyes are dried no more tears to come out,
now i just sit in this drought caused by emotions.
                                                       yours truly,
                                                                       . . .
i tried to make  it seem like one of the boys perspectives in the other poem i wrote #boytears. i wanted it all to connect.
bryn Apr 2017
Drier than before
but no one listens

no one

listens

i tried

and i'm done

n o   o n e   l i s t e n s
help

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