Cycles

"I love you," I say as we dance,

Your hand fits perfectly in my hand.

The movements that are made,

Continue as the music fades.

We fake smiles and confidence,

I've walked miles to confront us.

 

Can you see the new marks on my wrists?

Can you tell the regrets in my flesh?

 

Now, we don't ever talk.

Old memories? Away they flock.

No longer are we friends, 

I've realized your personality is dense.

When you used to be my star,

I no longer love you because of who you are.

I used to love you like a crutch,

Now I hate you oh so much.

You never even ever could see,

How much your love meant to me.

It was so nice to meet you,

Now I hope we never meet again.

To myself I must be true,

I write goodbye in the sand.

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