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where we once stood

can’t you see it in my eyes?
can’t you tell by my face?
i romanticized the idea of you,
putting you on a pedestal,
we were surrounded by people but alone,
everyone thought we were incredible, 
but i could tell by the tone,
of your voice,
by the look,
in your eyes,
your perspective was changing,
and so was mine,
scared to be alone with you,
felt alone next to you,
now alone without you,
impending weightless doom,
they say “we do not remember days,
we remember moments,”
but i remember the day it all became clear,

that nothing you did was ever sincere,
sometimes late at night,
the memory of us sneaks out of my eye,
and rolls down my cheek,
i'm scared of my mirror,
i can’t look at my fork,
all i can do now,
is walk down the path,
that once led to us.

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