this is not how i wanted to
meet the girl you speak of all the time
her questioning eyes and panicked lips
"where is he, WHERE IS HE""only one in the room at a time," the nurse calls
and i realized the only thing we have in common is the nerve to cuss her out
i was fine without being there with her
as long as i got to see you firsti realized this is
how it's always going to be
fighting with a beautiful girl
over a beautiful boy in a hospital gown
how fitting, when he never fought for himselfwhat happened to us
what happened to way you wanted it to be
and how we wanted to meet?
and in a perfect dream
you'd wake up from your terrible coma and tell me, you never want to leave mei feel as if in that moment
god was bitter with me
your mother resting a hand on my shoulder and as i looked over i saw the girlher golden hue skin
her dark hair and i fumed
"she wants to speak to him."
what happened to the rule of one at a time
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