Part 6

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I won’t speak when they ask why I’ve gone.
But you’ll see it,
You’ll feel the thing that wrenched it apart—
One quiet lie,
Undoing everything I thought was real.

Part 5

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Was I ever more than a shadow you needed?
Someone to make it seem as though you were truly alive?
You built this story for us,
And left me living in the silence
Of all I will never say.

Part 4

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Your tears reunite with the sheets,
Like old friends returning home after time
apart,
But I stay untouched,
Standing still on the other side.
No, I can’t make room for you tonight.

Part 3

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All of this to say,
you wrote to my old foes,
Only to change your mind,
And leave me wordlessly alone.

Part 2

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But you slipped through the cracks I’d kept hidden,
Shattered the locks on all I thought was mine,
mistook the quiet for a place to rest,
Like I owed you more than I —.

Part 4:

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I’m less lonely now—
and isn’t that a rarity?
A treasure to hold,
before slipping back in time,
locked away, restrained.

I do confess—if I could choose,
I’d surely stay,
even as warmth fades from this place we should be

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And you lay out confessions—
With your progressions,
like a deck of cards:
a mindfuck, I mind withOut hesitation.

I haven’t wandered here before,
past the edges of my vision;
but I crave to —
L-i-n-g-e-r—
in the neon haze with You.

Part 2:

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And away we go.
For we’ve walked these streets before;
every corner, a whisper—
I’ve memorised.

We stalk back alleys;
because we can—
my mind, the charter of every rogue line—
shows you shortcuts
to places we might —
if we —
Ah.

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I could imagine a step, just one,
Past the reach of their shadow—
To where buried thoughts breathe.
One breath, then another—
And maybe that’s enough.

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maybe it’s best to turn away.
To smother the flame before it strikes,
Search for hands that've healed
Bones shattered,
Once, Twice, Th-,
Countless times.

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Part 2:
I’ve nearly let them fly so many times,
Ignited the spark coiled tight inside,
Waiting for the release.
But a wise man told me—
Even words can wound.
So,

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I won’t speak when they ask why I’ve gone.
But you’ll see it,
You’ll feel the thing that wrenched it apart—
One quiet lie,
Undoing everything I thought was real

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Part 4:

Was I ever more than a shadow you needed?
Someone to make it seem as though you were truly alive?
You built this story for us,
And left me living in the silence
Of all I will never say.

Part 3:

And you wrote to my old foes,
Only to change your mind,
And leave me wordlessly alone.

Your tears reunite with the sheets,
Like old friends returning home after time
apart,
But I stay untouched,
Standing still on the other side.
No, I can’t make room for you tonight.

Part 2:

But you slipped through the cracks I’d kept hidden,
Shattered the locks on all I thought was mine,
mistook the quiet for a place to rest,
Like I owed you more than I —.