Falling Short

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Are you really asking me to decide
Between your death and our friendship?
Asking me to decide between your version of right,
And my version of wrong?

I’m drowning in this unholy gesture of such little self worth
But you mean so much to me. I can’t just stand here
And watch you go down this un-divine tear stroked path.
You’re tangled up in this sickly thread, and it’s starting to untwine and break.
To you, I must seem like I’m falling short of a best friend.
Does it really even matter, what I decide?
It does, but am I the only one who is risking to push the limits
And tell this fragile secret? I hope that you make the right decision,
Forgive me please?
But I’d rather face your silent hateful gestures
Then being to late.





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Abirdwithoutwings This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 12, 2010 at 2:46 am
I could tell exactly what your writing was about even before reading your comments on it. I've been there, I had to do the exact same thing. It sucks, but I want you to know that you did the right thing.
 
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