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June 18th
I wake up at 7:30 sharp, to The static of my alarm clock No discernable noise except for My own voice whispering, "Today is The Day." I could crawl back into bed and pretend Not to have heard; I could instead pretend To fall back into my dreams. That way, I can at least ignore the truth for another hour Or more. At some point, but not now, I will have to wake and Tell you that I don't love you anymore, and hang Up to the sound of you hating me. And what a shame, Because you just Couldn't wait to see me. At last, your Little Lottie will Prove to be the traitor you never thought she'd be. I hear the sound of morning, it sounds like daybreak mourning For the Promises I made that I can't bear to keep. I regret the day I ever Said I swore never to leave. I toss and turn until finally, there's no Doubt that I am awake. I tiptoe through my day as if on eggshells, Flinching When you call. I close my bedroom door, throw my pillow on the floor Take a seat, and learn firsthand the language of goodbye. I stumble Through my speech, hear you begging me. You don't understand How I could Even go through with such a thing. At your house, it must be World War III But for the first time all day, I feel myself breathe. The weight of you just rolls Straight off of me, and for the first time in weeks, I can fall fast asleep. And though Your world Just falls apart, I become eerily whole, as if I never needed you, not once, not at all. No offense, but I'm just so relieved, because as of today, June 18th, I find That I'll survive completely fine Like fire burning sturdy wood, I won't Waste your time or mine
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