Our biggest failing wasn't our differences

Merely our perceptions

I am all that is hope

You are all that is stripped of it.

When I raise my glass you knock it from my hands.

As it clatters and  bouncers off the floor, I wonder...

Should I retrieve it?

But ofcourse I do.

I try and let it all go, go on spin along with this little hurricane

I am ever dutiful

Loyal to all that I hold dear

An image framed in lace

Worn heels and dried flowers

But yet again it seems you don't want what I want

You tell me like it is

The truth of it stings

I don't know what to say other than I don't like it.

It hurts more than I'll ever let on.

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