I waited until my reflection started to fade
As I looked into the mirror
I thought that I could see me
But it didn't get any clearer.
I'd swear she was dead
By the black under each bloodshot eye
She didn't even look like me
Because all she could do was cry.
Is that what I've been reduced to?
What happened to the strength?
What happened to her attitude
And going to any length?
She looked broken down and defeated
Like she didn't want to live
The way she looked at me told it all
"Its harder to forget than to forgive"
I wanted to help her
But I knew it wasn't my place
Because the person she needed most
Was written all over her face.
Two weeks before
She heard she'd be okay
Its funny how something so small
Could flip things in a day.
And as she turned from me
She glanced at me one last time
And in that look it said it all
I needed to find someone to truly call mine.
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Best six months of my life, or six months gone down the tube?
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what comes around goes around, honey, and to answer your question... best 6 months of your life, one fatal moment.



