
It was when you picked up those old words.
Gave them to me again.
Squinted when I did.
You didn't know me but I knew you.
Knew you more
Than I knew friendship.
Oh, don't be so hurt.
Nothing compares and yet I say I'm doing this for you.
I vowed never to lie again and yet
I said I was going to bed then ran.
I know only so many phrases
in this world.
And some are bound to hurt.
It was when I studied your eyes but you never knew
the color of mine.
When I memorized your stories and you never
gave me a chance.
Saying you hurt me first and you saying
you didn't know what you were doing.
And you didn't.
But now I don't care.
Because you should have.
And now I do,
And so I ran.
I'm a worm.
Going through the dirt.
Many things I leave behind,
but I have a collection in my mind
of things that make me smile.


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