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mumbling in circles
never knowing if
this is it,
the breaking point,
i know that i'll miss it
but i don't know why.

promises kept and broken
apologies
completely meaningless
fragments:
things were looking up
until they weren't.

if only
you weren't you, or
i weren't me,
this would work and
we'd be none the wiser

but the truth is,
you can't stop
not now,
and the truth is
i see no reason to change
and because of this
our concentric circles become
mutually exclusive.

if you had begged
explained
meant it,
done anything, really
but try to downplay it
maybe then
maybe then we wouldn't be here.