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You are standing in front of me
As your words are cold and harsh
Telling me that we should have never met
Then you wouldn’t hurt me so much
But you did not bother to ask how I felt
You were forcing me to face the truth
That we were not meant to be
Even with that knowledge
Even with that fact
I still held onto you
And I am looking at you
With tears flowing down my cheeks
Asking you “why” over and over and over
You heard me but you turned away
In that moment, I clutched your arm
Begging you with a cracked tone
To please stay with me.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch

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