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i cant wake you up

anymore she said

and whined about her

discomfort of being with me

i wanna hate you

i wanna hate you

i wanna hate you

but i cant



reached out to

touch her face

and she declined

my touch and asked me

if we could just

take a walk instead

thank god for the gift

of numbness

i stayed and kept

my pain underneath

my feet



she walked away

to her redemption

have i become her prison?

or a mere realization of her

illussion?



go

ill stay

then i watched her leave

she walked away

and i stayed

alone

jaded

motionless

emotionless



saw my reflection

staring back at me

it made me a little vow

of "tomorrow,

im gonna make you cry"