I was reading through an old notebook
When I realized all the chances I could have took
If I had been a bit smarter
Maybe I wouldn't have left,for a starter
I could have told you so many things
Like how the pain of your words still stings
After so many years of tending to a broken heart
I realized it was never in just one part
But those many moments I spent with you
Made feel whole as our broken hearts fit to and to
Eventually you had a bad effect
You didn't know because it was 'indirect'
Indirect or not, you stained me red
Then later warned me I'd end up dead
Now that I know that you care
The pain of my death we both shall share
TRB aka Me
YOU ARE READING
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