Don’t really know how to feel about it,
The words of goodbye that always follow.
Didn’t want to hear words of love, the tongue silenced.
How many times we picked ourselves up off the ground now?
Who knows how far we have to go to feel again and know what it feels like.
Flowers even bloom in the gutter, but pretending the last pain hasn’t made it further.
I close my eyes to hide the pain but it’s just someone else behind them again.
Why do we have to be enemies?
When this endless anthem of the lonely ticks on.
Cobblestone paths of silence that makes me crazy
The endless conversation with the sun.
And how to get back up every time a fall happens,
The ghosts of former selves putting back together,
Under too much pressure.
If lives could sync if only lives could sync.
Elucidating Questions 
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