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You’re like a handful of sand slowly slipping through my fingers.
We used to be best friends, what happened?
I knew it was too good to be true,
but what are we fighting for?
Nothing. That is what we are fighting over. So I ask you.
I hate that we’re fighting, but when we try to settle things
it just seems to get worse.
Maybe I should just give up, similar to what you have done.
I don’t want to go to bed mad at you, yet I repeatedly do.
I don’t want to shed my precious tears over you, but I just can’t seem to stop.
I don’t want to waste the valuable time that we have left here, but time keeps going.
I am so in love with you, but I can’t show my emotions.
I constantly hide behind the wall that I have created, so nobody
knows the real me.
You were the only one here, who actually listened. Who actually seemed like they cared.
Maybe I was mistaken.
You say that something this small shouldn’t ruin our relationship.
That you thought we were stronger than this.
But how can I keep it all together
when our relationship is in hundreds of pieces on the ground.
I’m on my hands and knees trying, praying that god will help me put the pieces back together
But he doesn’t.
There are too many pieces for me to salvage the once perfect picture.