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Truth Is

How can it be You and I alone in a room yet it just feels like it's me We came this far to continue to grieve For I lost him and he lost me We couldn't see What it is that we all wanted to be Following his dreams While unstitching mine at the seams Please Try to understand that I'm not a foolish woman Given many a heartbreak I take the time to grow Evidently the experience is taking time to show It's true colors One of impulse and much realization That maybe it's our choices led us down these places I never thought that I'd be the mother to your kin And though I love who you are it just feels like a sin A sin because quite naturally it's not what I expected And in loving what I know I want I guard my heart with much protection Only because you've let me know just how damaging you can be And the truth of the matter is I refuse to let you see See me in a fashion where I'm hurt and confused Or regretting my life choices to accept solemn rules Engraved accordingly because I wanted to love you right But I'm not sure if I should love you with all my might Cause see, at any given time you can choose to walk out Leaving uncertainty in my mind that confuses me with doubt And unfortunately it's real and can manifest the mind With that thought I will take it and look for other ways to find Find a means to survive without you invading my life Cutting every realm you tie to me and its all out of spite See my hurt is much more deeper than you thought that it would go I can be just a memory if I decide how far I'll go You won't understand my theory and you'll take it with no peace I'm a danger to my cognitive if I don't have a release What I'm saying is to understand you must identify the fruit I'm a fragile heart inside myself and the ugly part lies in the truth

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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