The People

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Today.
Was not a good morning.
It was not further fueled by you.
You left me lifeless.
You don't realize.
I had an overly anxious day.
The irony of waiting for a morning text.
For most of the afternoon.
It's not a healthy habit.
But everything seemed ok.
It was not.
Something is missing.
And all I could think of was you.
But you don't do the minimum effort.
And I cannot compensate for your "effort".
But I'll make something up.
Because maybe this time it's forever.
Maybe this time all I'll have is your picture.
Completely attached to my memory.
But if I was on life support I'd ask for you to pull the plug.
Just because as I take my last breath.
Your the last I want to see.
But what about the hate we reserved for each other ?
I threw it away.
Without hesitation.
It wasn't needed.
Because I couldn't.
I couldn't lead my self to believe
That I could hate you.
That I could get over this.
But oh Lord why am hurting.
For you.
For me...
The instance where you show up.
That I want to delete.
But I can't blame but myself.
I was the first to talk.
And the last as well.
But I'll always have something to say.
But it's better to believe none of this happened.
It's better to isolate myself from you.
Just in contact until this drops.
Just in touch until you acknowledge that there's a book about you.
Just in case you missed all the hints.
Or maybe just because I never had a chance.
Whatever the occasion is, if it's not all of it.
This will be written for the ages.
And you'll form a part of history.
Of my history...