Miss You

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I miss you.
And who I was
When I was with you.
But every turn,
Distanced me
Further from you.

Now it’s too late
To tell you the truth.
Because it was me,
You
didn’t choose.

Life still consumes. 
A smile on my face
Hides a heart,
Beaten and bruised.
Wanting to feel,
But terrified whenever I do.
So I hide in a safe place
to forget about you.

I still never do. 
I guess,
Falling in love
My heart 
just can’t undo.
It kills me inside
knowing all that I do.

How life knocks me down.
And I can’t run to you. 
But it’s too late,
To tell you the truth. 
Because it was me
You
didn’t choose. 

So I keep moving forward, 
Doing my best to stay true.
To that amazing strong woman.
That let fucking go of you.



Written by: Epiphany Tiffany

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