Collateral Damage

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You chose another, took her hand, convinced she’d be your promised land.

You closed the door, you walked away, certain I’d be the one to stay.

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A sudden view.

A hidden trace.

Then once again, I lose your face.

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Another block.

Another wall.

But if you’re happy—

Why at all?

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Why pull me close, then disappear?

Why make your presence reappear?

Can you not let me fade at last?

Or are you haunted by the past?

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Did what you wanted lose its shine?

Did doubt return to blur the line?

Or did it never leave your side,

No matter how you tried to hide?

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You chose this road.

You made that call.

You watched us break.

You watched me fall.

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What did you think I’d do?

Come crawling back and worship you?

My darling—

No.

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I outgrew that version of myself.

The one that waited.

The one that hoped.

The one that mistook hunger for love.

I survived the withdrawal.

I broke the habit.

I killed the craving.

And what remains of me now

Does not belong to you.

Not in memory.

Not in longing.

Not in dreams.

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You keep circling the grave, of something you refused to save. Still haunted by the choice you made.

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There is one word you never say,

Sorry would go a long fucking way.

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Art made by me

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