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As days pass by like pages in the wind, I eagerly await the end of this chapter. Wishing I could skip ahead, to where you might one day be mine. But tragically, our story isn’t solely one of romance. Betrayal, regret, and desperation are also intertwined. Regret is why I keep turning back to the beginning. While I struggle to comprehend the ink, blurred by sorrow, The memories seep forward into the focus of my mind Keeping me trapped in the past, unable to reach tomorrow. How could I make you understand that he was simply comedic relief? The chambers of my heart hold not even one cell for him. But loneliness, liquor, and lack of love h

Your tenderness burns out quicker than your cigarettes, And your anger is twice as deadly. Not for my body, but for my soul, Making this all the more precarious.

If I possessed a heart of gold, I would quickly sell it, So that I might make a feeble attempt to buy your affection But my heart is scarred, marred, damaged beyond all repair It's all I have to give Please be enough

As the final alarm rang out, you told me I had to get up I slipped my hand away from yours at the last possible second, as I do every morning, Because my soul is in drought, and I cherish every drop of rain you share. If you were to ask why I wait for your words, when I should know the command, This is what I'd say: I'll always be here until you ask me to go. I'll let you believe that I want to sleep in, but sleep isn't what I desire. You are.

I've never lacked the courage to gaze into the eyes of hatred. But love? That's a different monster, entirely.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words destroy the heart and soul. The only worse injustice in the world is silence, In which he's most fluent.