we have built a tolerance,
a tolerance for the pain
for the fear
for the loss
for the lacking
for ourselves.
we have become immune to the feeling
of heartache that we drown in.
our hearts are brimming with sheltered emotions
and our mouths-words,
those that are kept unspoken.
we take the same path,
of failed promises
detachment
disappointment
distance.
but the cycle continues
on and on, time and time again,
until finally one of us grows tired and out of breath.
it was not surprising it would be you.
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