zondag 26 december 2010

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I thought it was over.



I thought I was done.


But it was then when I realized it's never over, it's never done.


I looked to my right, absentmindly,


there were so many people but I only saw you.


Your uncontrolled movement,


your messy hair..


I used to love that, now it only bothered me.


Because I know it's now loved by someone else.


I couldn't look away, I felt dizzy.


My heart was beating way too fast,


my breath on the other hand stopped.


I was angry, though not nearly as much as I shoud have been.


I was hurt, too much..


I was eager, while I shouldnt.


Eager to just walk by, flip my hair back, look you in the eyes and say nothing.


Just to see if you'd notice.


Just to see if you fucking had the guts to apologize.


You'll never find anyone like me ever again.


I could have ruined your life like you ruined mine, but I didn't!


I did nothing..


Maybe I should have done something,


something that prevented you from doing nothing..


It's not too late, it's never too late,


this won't heal on it's own.


I know what they think of me,


what they think of this.


But I don't care.


Let them live their easy lives,


where the only problem they have are difficult parents,


what their hair looks like and school grades..


I'm past that now.


But look me in the face and tell me it doesn't look good on me.


Cause you know that, is a lie.

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