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Too late to be loved
‘Too late’ is more closer than ‘let’s fix it’. I felt it in my veins when you held me last last time, there was no fire in it, not even the warmthto melt me a bit, I was cold already and colder when you held me.
You poured yourself into me and yet I was not full, you blamed me, shouted at me and often cried not knowing where it leaks, not remembering the wounds you made, and all the gaps that left unfixed, the cracks, the holes, the knives that yet not removed.
You think you love me, but you don’t. You love the girl who loved you and I doubt if I am a different person now, stranger to you, stranger to me.
© redpaint
You poured yourself into me and yet I was not full, you blamed me, shouted at me and often cried not knowing where it leaks, not remembering the wounds you made, and all the gaps that left unfixed, the cracks, the holes, the knives that yet not removed.
You think you love me, but you don’t. You love the girl who loved you and I doubt if I am a different person now, stranger to you, stranger to me.
© redpaint
