The first messages were about nothing,
and I wanted to keep them that way,
to remember how I saw you
in the first place.

I didn't ask you to change at all,
I didn't want to act smart,
but I made mistakes and cried for nights.

Every word felt like a bomb.
I couldn't be sure if they were mine,
but they managed to kill me
from the inside, one by one, one by one.

If I ever had a chance
to do everything my way,
maybe nothing would hurt that much.

© AmyBlair
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