Harsh words delivered in soft whispers; Your fingers caress my face
Apologizing, not recognizing; Your fist still in my chest
Cold tears run down; My heart burns
Love turns to Hate
We are DONE
You, Me
Not One
I
Take Off
Me, You
Not meant TO BE
Night turns to Day
Bridges burn down in the rain
Recognizing, but not apologizing for the way I reacted
Strangers on the brink of irony; Lovers that were destined to meet
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