The feelings in my heart that spark,
When your name is spoken.
Everyone asks me why I hide;
Why I look so broken.
I tell everyone I'm okay,
But they see beyond my lies.
They ask me why I hate you,
And why I squint my eyes.
Why I grit my teeth,
At the mention of your name.
It's because of the bitter truth,
And things that stayed the same.
I can't keep running,
I'm retracing my step;
I'm running around in endless circles,
And in this wake, you slept.
Sleep is for the weak,
And death is for the strong;
I've finally figured out,
What I knew all along.
The truth is, I can't run;
I've tried all this before.
Hate; It's for someone you love,
But can't believe in anymore.
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