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Teardrops

The bitter, sorrowful teardrops fall silently unto a ground woven from the hateful, Unforgiving past and present
As I sit here, staring at the screen before me,
I feel as though I am falling, forever into a deep, dark abyss.
And again, over and over, many a time,
I wish that I never.
Said a word.
To my friend.
About how much I love her.

As the tears splash on the keyboard,
And I read the seven killing words,
I wish that I'd
Never.
Said.
Anything.
To her.

Now,
as I lay on my bed,
I tell myself not to think of it.
But I just.
Can't.
Stop.
Seeing those seven words:
Sorry, but I don't feel the same.

Author notes

I wrote this as a symbol of what I thought would've happened when I told my friend how I felt about her. But what really happened was she told me she was okay with it. I did cry because she didn't say that she felt the same, but I just got over that little fact and we're still the best of friends.

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  • Zephyrr
    October 1

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    Amazing, you write so elegantly. Your images and words(although simple) are so strong. Who knows those seven words are just a pathway to a great love for you, it all happens for a reason. I'm happy to hear that you're still best friends with her.