Was that your voice? Or was that me?

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It's in the silence that the biggest problems appear,
the quiet, the calm
it's so unclear.
Not sincere. Not the truth
But not a lie too.

 

I don't know. What's left to do?
There was once an us
now it's a me and a you.

 

Part of me is relieved
because there's so many things unseen.
I'm just glad I don't have to retrieve.
Or sit trying to remedy.

 

But a bigger part feels misused. 
Thinks of all the things I did to stay true.
Thinks of all the things I wanted to mean to you.
It was too good to be true.

 

This is a stupid poem
It lacks substance just like what we had
there was no backbone
just a mash of feelings and mad
is how I feel. Conflicted because
you said "ilu" but obviously you didn't mean it

 

And maybe I didn't either. 
Or maybe it wasn't the same
Maybe it was all tricks and mirrors in my brain.
I don't want to go back then if that's what it is.
I'd rather stay with myself alone to get through this.

    This poem is about: 
    Me

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