You don’t know

How you make me feel,

When I look at you,

And you think it’s no big deal.

When the light shines on you -

Your hair, your eyes, your lips

Has to be some kind of cue.

But there is something else,

Something that I want to tell you

For so long, that I can no longer deny.

I never wanted you

And our memories together are now dry.

I never wanted it to be like this

To end on a sorry kiss.

The voices, the thoughts, the dreams

Are screaming in deafening silence

That sometimes leaves me

Or sometimes consumes me.

But here you are,

And here I am,


Until we meet never again.

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