No Romeo and Juliet
*Edited for Content*
He was hurting,
I was distant.
I would bury,
he ignored his.
He would open
then retract.
I never gave him
what he’d give.
He never asked,
we’d disconnect,
no interest
in the life I live.
I wanted him,
but needed more.
He made it easy
to let him go.
We were a moment,
it wasn’t real,
oh the things
he didn’t know.
He would live
when I was with him,
and I wouldn’t drink.
We talked each other
off the ledge,
was brought back
from the brink.
Now he’s sinking,
and I’m dying,
yet we won’t reach out.
So awkward
and so stubborn,
no relief to use for clout.
He could have loved me,
I could have helped him,
with some work
we could have managed.
But some things,
you can’t fix,
once it’s seen
this much damage.
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