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Ten Steps of Tears
Ten Steps of Tears By: Aidan Gilbert I run The rain falls the hardest it has ever fallen The coldest it has ever been I cry, feeling the worst I have ever been The first step I take, my thoughts leave and give up on the idea of sense My heart is in a panic The second step my tears fall side by side, in harmony with the rain A sour taste unveils in my mouth; I am choked up The third step my jacket slides off my shoulder I run faster, tears blurring my vision making the world around me abstract The fourth step the wind blows too hard My face gets cold and drops to the temperature of my heart The fifth step the moon shines on me It reveals my brunette hair that’s being slashed to pieces The sixth step I hear what I am trying to escape Its orchestra is the rain and the sound of my desperate dying heart The seventh step my sneaker slips in the wet sidewalk My heart falls, I drop my guard; I take fire again The eight step the bullets you shot out of your mouth start to hurt The poison sinks in; I am a broken innocent helpless girl The ninth step I pray my hurt won’t overtake and make my head turn around and see you standing there Standing worried, sad, not regretful The tenth step my mind drags me to the floor and rehearses the words you said, “Were over… I’m sorry.”
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