if only you could be back here.
just
be
here.
then it would be the same as it was before.
it would
go.
back.
to the same as it was before.
the same as i thought it was.
the same as i believed it was.
i
believed
it
was.
it was.
it was.
it really
really
was.
i paint my nails
i think of you
i cut my bangs
i think of you
you.
you.
YOU are the one who pushed.
you pushed.
and i pulled.
and you pushed.
and i pulled.
and you PUSHED.
until there was
nothing
left
for me
to pull.
so i pushed.
and you pulled.
and i pushed
and you pulled
until
i
couldn't
push
anymore
or
at all.
i cry.
i dont know where the tears come from anymore.
i cant explain them.
but i can taste them.
salty
and
full
of
woe.
why cant you just come back here?
you say you want to do this.
so.
SO.
do this.
do it.
DO it.
i cant pretend to live with you
when i
live without you.
i cant bear to live without you
and pretend
to live with you.
come
or
go
stay
or
leave
but
the spaces in between those words do not exist.
i cannot exist in between spaces.
or
ill
suffocate.
i need to breathe.
either give me the air i need
or let me find it on my own.
but
dont choke me.
because my throat is sore.
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