Throwing me around without the common decency of telling me why,
Why am I reminded of those feels when I thought them gone,
Long forgotten in the long winded eternal point where I never am graced to say goodbye,
How you laugh in your place that seems so far above my own,
Almost to make me look up and feel the wrenched feeling once more,
Without true words to speak and nothing to quell this idea,
This thought of you that irks me to the point of breaking,
Yet I can go on without you because you aren't the piece I thought you to be,
And though I wish it,
I never wished for you and I to become like this,
This silent spectator.
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