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“Hello” -it’s no longer a greeting

“Hello” -it’s no longer a question

“Hello” -an attempt, a desperate invitation, a sacrifice.

“Hello” -that’s me trying

I stare at the bridge between our two worlds

Hoping you’ll finally keep your unspoken promise

You never do

The blame is mine

I expect too much and give too little

I’m a burden

I am the doll you can’t throw away

The beautiful guitar with broken strings

A thing you once adored, but now hate to be reminded of

And sometimes I bring myself to hate you

And sometimes I just can’t bring myself at all

Because it’s impossible to run when you’re struggling to walk

“Hello” -it may seem empty to you

But for me it is also goodbye

Goodbye to another shred of my dignity

Goodbye to another piece of myself you’ll never give back

Goodbye to possibility

Goodbye to you

It must come to this

I can’t say I miss you

Because there came a point where this suffering eclipsed all else

And now I love to hate you

“Hey”-There you are

Forever later

But never too late

Intruding into my life once again

“Hey, sorry” -You suck me right back in

An endless cycle of lust and spite

I will never give up on you

And you will never completely let me go

But I know the truth

It haunts me with every syllable spoken between us

No matter what I do

You’ll never get the clue

Because that’s the thing

People never do what you want them to

But I will stay

And play your toxic game

The one I always lose

Because you write the rules

But still I play

Hoping one day

You’ll get bored of it

And finally just win

Because I can’t take this anymore

You are the doll I can’t throw away

You are the beautiful guitar with broken strings

I used to enjoy the music we once made

I’d even say I miss the music more than you

Because it wasn’t your music, it was mine

It was me

Not you

It was the way you got into me

Made me feel like someone who could win

Someone worthy of your “Hello”