Tears flow down her eyes. Those words you hiss like a stab in the heart. All I could say was congratulations.
But I'm feeling sick. Smiling
For the wrong reasons. All I needed
Was a reason.
Every excuse that I grasp at like straws.
All no match for your tears.
And if I ever felt like your bitterness was like sweetener in my coffee
It was artificial and what grew was fear
That I became something that
Was not me.
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