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The Downfall.
My frame becomes limp
and my mouth, it runs dry
when i direct my thoughts
to that day in July.
Your gaze was hard
and your body language cold
when the truth of my past
began to unfold.
I reassured you that
the rumors were lies,
but emptiness and doubt
portrayed in your eyes.
I forced you to sympathize
because i could not see
that the possessor of your heart
was no longer me.
Now you lust over her
and i try to forget;
two souls, yours and mine,
i wish never met.
There is none left to do,
all words have been said
I just wish i could be more
than lost thoughts in your head.
