Everything

Everything about you isn’t truth. It’s like everything you’ve said was a lie. Contraindicating your image. Inhibiting your self. And your words bringing us down, broken inside.

I know this is what we fought about. You and me will always remember. Yet we ache to forget. Who does it first?

Who’s left to fail?

Us both?

Maybe some day we will reflect? Maybe someday we will recall. Maybe we are both still growing. Maybe we are both still falling apart? Maybe we will move on? Maybe we will let go? Maybe I’ll forget you?

Maybe I’ll never know?

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