there is this game that i'm constantly playing;
where i'm the one who is losing
and whose heart is breaking.
where you're the one who is winning
and i'm the one who is falling;
but this fall is never ending
and there's no one to be catching.
so i fall and i'm reaching
the point where i'm breaking
and my heart is slowly tearing
but god, this is tiring.
wonder why i'm still not quitting?
'cause i am still hoping
and i am still wishing
that one day i'll be waking
up in the morning
and you will be telling
what i always wanted to be hearing
that you're finally falling;
again.
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Poetrywhen you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」
