#9 // a most beautiful star, circa 1943.
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1 min readJun 18, 2015
you’re selfish to ask me
to find a better you
im selfish to say
a better you, isn’t you
…
suppose it makes sense
when you’re here, im there
when im here, you’re there
it’s the rhythm we chose
the language that we spoke
…
it was never ideal, was it?
no, even i know that
but it didn’t matter
because it was something
we could call, our own
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you’re a fighter, and a rebel
i love that, even when
it’s towards and against
everything i am
…
but it’s no use
knowing that now
i pushed you away
not knowing it was me
i was denying
…
so what i tried to hide
only spilt-out even more
you saw what I was
you became afraid of my dark
you became afraid of me
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you used to be
this picture in my head
a place i could visit
but now, i close my eyes
i cant see it anymore
…
so the story goes
my turn to be afraid
of what i can’t control
…
you’ll just be a passing thought
a fleeting memory
a promise, i couldn’t dare to keep
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