Weapon
I can throw myself
into the ocean
no matter how wide,
I know I'll reach the other side.
I can walk through the fire
safe from the burn
never in doubt
that I can return.
Time has slipped by
personalities switch
I wish it was different
but now you're a *****.
Still I must thank you
for giving this gift,
my last second weapon
for dealing with ****.
Now you're so
far
gone.
There's nothing really left to even hope to come back.
Maybe I'm
to
blame.
I'm not really anything to hope to come back to.
At least I wasn't..
..At least I wasn't gone when you needed me
At least I wasn't gone when you needed me
At least I wasn't gone when you need me
At least I didn't keep you from choosing to be free.
I don't need you now,
I still have you then,
A snapshot of beautiful
before midnight's end.
My glass slipper gift,
a smile in the dark.
A Cinderella souvenir,
momento of the heart.
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