You’re dying
And I’m the one who has to watch you bleed
Do you choose to kill yourself slowly
When reaching for that pill you say you need
Clover eyes
And tears that match their reflection
I’ve lost those eyes that cry to me
Now longing for attention
Questioning smile
That makes you wonder if it’s fake
Both great and horrible coincidences
Can cause that smile to separate
Embracing hands
That changes their minds when you get near
I seem to be finding myself reaching out
Whenever she admits her claustrophobic fear
I wonder now
If I will miss these things when she will leave
But it seems I miss her more and more
Every time that she retreats
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