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Saturday, April 17, 2010, 2:16 AM
why'd you do this to me?
don't you know, don't you recognize these painful efforts i take to avoid you?

i let this tears fall today after a long time.
in a tiny flickering hope, with the tears the memories will also be washed away.
you and me, the days you told me that i was all that you've ever wanted.

the day went fine though you ran through my mind while i flipped the pages of a book.
there wasn't a need for today's conversation.
there was never a need for one after you left. left me in a mess.
you probably don't know. i'm wrecked. i can't find myself.
i'm broken, noone knows.
i put up this brave front, a facade.

leave my heart, please. it's killing me, bit by bit.
i don't know how much more of this i can take.
won't this love fade?

what's this jealously flowing through me?
is it even jealously? i see you enjoying life.
having fun, like the past never existed.
like i never existed.

i have no idea how many times i have ranted about this.
i look forward to a day where i'll tell someone.
i didn't flinch when he spoke to me, it didn't hurt anymore.


i will never see you as a friend.



i still yearn to tell you.
i miss you. i want you beside me.