Words That Weave

"The Drawing We Drew"

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You were my dream, I was your nightmare.

I try to give you love, but I end up giving despair.

I'd try to seek out for you, but you try to hide.

I said I hated you, but I lied.

I never wanted to hurt you, and yet I did.

I gave you nothing but pain, yet you stayed.

My words were like a blade. A blade trying not to hurt you, and yet it still managed to.

You stayed, even if it felt like you're suffocating.

I took advantage of your kindness, until our ending had become devastating.

And so here I am, still wishing it doesn't happen to you again.

Because even if it pains me to lose you, I know I don't deserve you.

Thinking back to the drawing we drew, it could've been better.

I lost you, even before we get to finish our drawing.

It's time to accept that all of these are now from the past, I just hope it had last..