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Two months,
Since we've started our play of friends,
Since we started to be someone but us,
Since She came.
Two months,
I think I'm still alive?
I think that I know how to cope,
With you,
With her,
With myself.
Two months,
And I'm still in love with you,
Dying and trying,
Again and again,
To win you back over.
Two months,
Yet all we talk about is her,
Not us,
Not how happy you were with me,
Not how alone you feel with her,
And not how much you miss me.
Two fucking months,
Yet I see you the way I see myself,
Alone, desperate, needy.
I know you feel this too.
I know you feel us.
TWO MONTHS,
And you still look at me with same longing.
But I,
I don't know how to respond to those eyes.
Is it wrong to feel this way now?
All of a sudden?
Because my hearts doesn't ache,
Now that I notice,
It doesn't ache for you.
Guess,
These Two months must've changed me.
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ONE LIFE
PoetryA poetic short story where a girl who through a heartbreak when the guy she loved the most chooses someone who is not her. She ventures through different phases of life and finds the true meaning to live while all along overcoming her greatest fear...
