I tell myself I’ve moved on
Only to have each thought go back to you
The screeching of tires as they turn
To go back the way they came
I’ve moved on
At least, I keep telling myself that
The small figure
Speeding forward
We were so close
All I wanted was to be with you
My Horn blared
The wind against my face
But then you changed
You found someone else
The sound of metal on metal
Scraped against my ears
I pushed you away
Revolted by my own actions
The warm wet asphalt
Pooled around my torso
I didn’t want to fall for you again
So I never got back up
Because I never got back up
I ended alone
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This whole thing! I love! It’s so beautifully written but also so sad. Your writing has been some of the best I’ve seen this year!
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Thank you, honestly! It’s been a fun year so far, and I’m glad you’ve been here with me
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We dont realize what we loose till its gone..
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“The warm wet asphalt / Pooled around my torso” oooohhh boy i love how you’ve inverted this, instead of your blood/body pooling around you on the ground, the asphalt is! #stolen
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I would never have guessed that line to be stolen 😂
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hahaha what can i say? it was cool!!
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This post has so much emotion. I really love this. I also somewhat relate to this. It’s beautiful. It’s an emotion I can’t identify. So just to read this, makes me remember how numb it felt to be in this position.
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It’s always nice to know that other people have experienced similar experiences and that they know part of what we are going through
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Oh my gosh!! That last stanza! I love it so much! This has so much emotion, your writing is so good!!
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I appreciate you taking the time to read, and I love your taste in literature!
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