I wanted you to come bursting through the doors.
I wanted you to exclaim that it was all a lie.
And that the truth was that you were never going to stop caring.
Because I can feel you stop caring.
You cannot vow to hold someone in number one place if you have met a new number one.
Because it hurts even worse that I have to live and recognise that I made a mistake.
And I will now regret it for as long as this shall continue.
I know the next part of the story.
I get forgotten.
We slowly lose touch.
Little effort is made.
And then it is gone.
All of the secrets we shared.
All of the moments we had.
What about 'if you have my back I'll have yours'?
Because right now my back is unguarded.
In fact it has been attacked.
By you.
A swift stab.
A lurch in the heart.
It is done.
And I'm going to miss you.
And I'll always think of the memories rather than what happened now.
Because I don't want to remember this part.
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
