And as I fall into a fitful slumber,
The pain of what could be runs from my eyes.
The muscles in my heart are taut with holding, but
She has no use for bitter heavy sighs.
If only I had been a bit more happy,
If only I had thought to give her more,
But now my friend, my light, may walk away,
And take the little bit of heart she tore.
I promised her I'd walk. So I will. My diploma is thirty credits away.
Funny that now I have no words. I don't break promises to anyone but myself. My poem is stupid. I feel run down. My weak little legs hurt for no reason. I wake up with my phone in my hand. How pathetically dedicated is that? Make a wish; I want you to have reason to smile. I feel like I'm hurting you but I also feel like it's wrong to assume I have any effect on you at all. I don't matter to people. I'm not used to being needed, so I'm doing everything wrong. My sorries don't mean a thing to you anymore. Different family customs? I suck at acting, I know that. Um. Did I really just um? wow.
I know you meant what you wrote when you wrote it but. Is it meant to stay in the back of my yearbook and be remembered as something lost a long time ago?
I would stay single for the next ten years if that meant you could have faith in me again.
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