Do you ever miss the way things used to be? Before, when it was you and me? May I say; I miss who you were and I pain for who I was? Trying to find myself again is a battle that will never end.
When I think of a love that was tainted; in my mind it is your face that is painted. Oh God I miss those eyes! Not knowing in ignorance those looks were filled with lies, that I was only used to be a little while your muse. Was this my worth to you?
My thoughts feel as a though a furious ocean's wave to never be a calm as I wonder where it was that I went wrong. And there I go to blame myself again and punish unhealed wounds that will never mend, and so I will until my every thought of you is purged.
And so, to you I urge this simple question that taunts what is left of this stolen heart; what did I do to make us fall apart? I'm still here, do you remember me? I feel invisible to you now as I ponder if you too...miss what used to be. No more a friend, no one to trust, my soul still taunted by this bitter end.
~The End~
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