You read your script.
It wasn't lies.
You were afraid.

["I wasn't ready"].

I gave half of me because I didn't think that we would stay.
I opened up and you pushed me away.
You thrust your silver dagger into my open chest.
You proved me wrong.
You are like the rest.

["It's not you, it's me"].

I thought we were one.

[["It's not you, it's me"]].

Your words echo through the tin can.
Every once in awhile I think about it.
I think about what I did.
I think about how you turned away before you cried.
You didn't lie.
You just didn't tell me the truth.

["I wasn't ready.["It's not you, it's me"]].

You could have added your own thoughts.
You could have left out the cliche.
You could have said what you thought.
You could have been different from the rest.
But you weren't.
And that's all there is.
That's all there ever was.
Just shadows dancing on a flame.

["She doesn't want anything to do with you"].

The only bit of yourself I heard was from another's mouth.
YOU were the cliche.
And now, you are broken like I was.
Regrets you can't forget.
Pressure like a 5 kiloton bomb's backblast on a tincan.
But I'm no longer part of that picture.

["You two would make the perfect couple"].

And now, I'm fine with that broken picture.
It has more beauty than the world's perception of misconceived friendship ever did.
A different us.
A different me.
It might have worked.
But you weren't ready.

["...I wasn't ready"].

*note: the brackets are things that other people said, echoing in my head as i wrote this. it's from something that happened a long time ago.*

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