Untitled (romance)

How is it that you can go from my friend,

To being a stranger who I cannot talk to so quickly?

Why did you pick that day as our end?

That hurt me so thickly.

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I go from being happy you did what I couldn't,

To being so depressed that you could.

It just hurt since I wouldn't.

But at the end of the day, I understood.

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Its been a month and I've made progress,

Yet still I find myself writing this.

It was only after, that I realized my regrets.

So I sit here and reminisce.

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Stuck with so much to say,

Knowing I'll never get the chance.

God I wish it all went a different way.

But that's just romance.

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