our last goodbye

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if you asked me
what i wanted to be
this morning,
i would've told you
that it didnt matter,
as long as your hand
was in mine,
and your tears
were mine as well.

but now,
now that the sun
has set,
the mask
brutally distorted,
our rosey tinted glasses
broken and cracked all over,
and my heart,
sinking and crushing,
with each breath,
i take in.

i feel my world,
slowly sinking in suddenly,
because you wanted,
a life full of ambition
and dreams
far bigger than mine,
and my biggest dream
has always been
you.

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