Take a deep breath.
Hold it in.
Let the air suffocate the words you know you shouldn’t say.
But I say them anyway:
...
I kept you up while he kept it up
I wouldn’t let you fall,
Even as he pushed you.
He pushed you further and
I pulled you closer
Trying in vain to protect you
From the pieces of shattered hearts
Falling from the sky
That would soon be yours.
(But that just made you resent me even more
And you ran from me,
And pushed me away.
I only wanted to protect you
And in my vain attempts to save you, I lost you)
And I left you.
Out to dry, in the wet, sloppy rain,
A storm so unforgiving
That I could hear your name in the thunder
And see your face with every flash of lightening.
And I prayed to get struck;
I prayed to go blind
But I didn’t.
I saw it all.
And I watched you
From a distance I saw the way you were
And I tried to understand; tried to learn
But I never got it.
The illusions of love are far too elaborate
For a little girl like me to break/
The conventions of love that are known to the world are nothing if not fabricated.
Beautiful and perhaps true
But created by man; created by words.
And convincing only when seen in action.
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