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Am I Wrong?
I told you how I felt,
but you'd twist it to arguments,
and now I wonder is it
worth speaking at all?
I stand here, weighing it up
respect and distance,
I've been matching what you give,
but when the lines blur,
I begin to pull away.
No one's coming to save me,
I've known that for a while.
But I thought you'd be there
to break my fall.
Am I wrong?
Your actions say so.
And now, I'm deciding if staying
is just me falling anyway.
Copyright ©
Lauren Tilley
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