An ode to dead love
that once was
and never will be.
I've learnt to ignore you,
and now,
it's becoming a habit.

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It was all me,
Filled with hopes
at finding you
Stranded in the path we met,
And here you are...
You bid adieu.

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If I know
you won't be in my future
I would rather be with you more
now in my present.

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Can this broken heart
Still trust itself?
Pieces you held
Haven't returned still,
The crevices- unpatched
Bleed love.

Still

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Feelings of sadness
At being let down by my own expectations
How can I hold you to my expectations
When I really don't know my self
What to expect?

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that lingers in the corners

of my smile.

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I think your silence means you're busy, but you've ignored me.

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I'd rather talk to you
than silence,
but then you were not much of a talker
you are a reply only person
and I've given up being the conversation starter
hence the silence!

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It turns bitter
only if you swallow!

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We fight for random things. I don't know why I tell certain things that end up being hurtful to you. You're so good at hanging on to one word, that the thousands I say next don't even matter. I apologize and want to make amends. You say you're not angry but let's stay friends.

I hate this feeling of being so close and yet so far. I hate when you go back to zero, like we never meant anything. And it's more hurtful when you say, you're ashamed of what you've become. I'm confused which zone I'm in. Just ask me to stay!

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