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I walked down the long lonely road. Earphones plugged in my ears blasting a loud sad love story..I was going to see Him. Hopefully make him understand.he did nothing wrong..I just wasn't ready..
When i looked up i saw him, hiding behind dark sunglasses. We didn't hug. I wanted to but we didn't, wanting is never enough...instead we walked, and there was silence.he asked why i wanted to see him. I honestly had no reason.maybe to check if he was alive, safe, okay?? I know he hates me right now. I hate myself more. I would rather hurt him this way then let him watch me die. I guess it is just a phase, i do not want anyone near me..what was the point? I was going to die soon anyway...but how do you tell the one u love you are dying?? Wasn't it better to end things? I don't know what to do. But i have made a decision..we met and now we part....but i needed the friend in him. My best friend. Who i could call and tell im dying and he'd tell me everything will be okay and i would believe him.. He doesn't have to kiss me and make me forget the situation,, just to hear me out and be the one i can lean on. But he cant be that with all the sexual tension lingering in the air..
I just keep uttering "sorry'.. But he doesn't understand, i don't think he wants to, blinded by anger and pain. I would be too..he reminded me of all the promises he made, in my head they sounded like vows. But we were just kids. But i believed those promises, i just could not live long enough to fulfill them all..we are reaching the end of the road. He tells me i broke his heart. I broke mine to but that doesn't matter,, he starts to cross the road. I stop in my tracks.. He's leaving me, just like daddy did before i was born, at least i had a say this time... But he stops in his tracks, he turns around still standing on the road, i walk towards him and give him a hug.. i hold the man that i love so dearly, and in that split second when i think he is going to hug me back.. He places his hands on my waist and pushes me away...
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When i looked up i saw him, hiding behind dark sunglasses. We didn't hug. I wanted to but we didn't, wanting is never enough...instead we walked, and there was silence.he asked why i wanted to see him. I honestly had no reason.maybe to check if he was alive, safe, okay?? I know he hates me right now. I hate myself more. I would rather hurt him this way then let him watch me die. I guess it is just a phase, i do not want anyone near me..what was the point? I was going to die soon anyway...but how do you tell the one u love you are dying?? Wasn't it better to end things? I don't know what to do. But i have made a decision..we met and now we part....but i needed the friend in him. My best friend. Who i could call and tell im dying and he'd tell me everything will be okay and i would believe him.. He doesn't have to kiss me and make me forget the situation,, just to hear me out and be the one i can lean on. But he cant be that with all the sexual tension lingering in the air..
I just keep uttering "sorry'.. But he doesn't understand, i don't think he wants to, blinded by anger and pain. I would be too..he reminded me of all the promises he made, in my head they sounded like vows. But we were just kids. But i believed those promises, i just could not live long enough to fulfill them all..we are reaching the end of the road. He tells me i broke his heart. I broke mine to but that doesn't matter,, he starts to cross the road. I stop in my tracks.. He's leaving me, just like daddy did before i was born, at least i had a say this time... But he stops in his tracks, he turns around still standing on the road, i walk towards him and give him a hug.. i hold the man that i love so dearly, and in that split second when i think he is going to hug me back.. He places his hands on my waist and pushes me away...
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