Don't you know once we're down this road, there's no going back                  
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All these years of loving you, where did we fall off track?                                
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Looking back at all the years, I doubt we would know when                                                             ­                                                
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We would rather hate each other than to call the other friend                          
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No use getting sentimental, it is what it is                                                  
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I don't know where we go after all of this                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                      
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You can go your way, and I will go mine, there's no turning back                      
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The cards are laid & they've been played but the cards were stacked                
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It was felt but not said aloud for a long, long time                                                             ­         
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We could have lived in ignorance & it would be just fine                                      
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But I decided that truth would set us both free                            
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What we couldn't see was how it affected us emotionally

You were ravaging me                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                            
Tearing my soul apart                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                           
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Why can't you let me be                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                              
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Leave what's left of my heart                                                            ­                                      
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I feel like I can't breathe                                                          ­                              
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Your hatred is all around                                                           ­                                               
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Making you too blind to see                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                       
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You have lost what you found                                                            ­                
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Wipe that smirk off your face                                                             ­                 
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You're not as smart as you think                                                            ­          
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I am leather not lace                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                            
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  My heart black, was once pink                                                             ­                                               
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 When I let myself feel                                                             ­                   
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I lost all control                                                          ­                                                    
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Now my wounds are healing                                                          ­                                        
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I am reclaiming my soul                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                        
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I am walking away                                                             ­                                           
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Thinking only of me                                                               ­                                           
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I don't care what you say                                                              ­                
                                                ­                                                                 ­                This is the end of "we"

I drift, a river restless, wide,
Carved by time, yet pulled inside.
Bound to banks that held me tight,
Yet drawn beyond their dwindling sight.

The wind hums secrets to my skin,
A song of loss, a song of kin.
The waves that call, the stars that guide,
Whisper change—yet fear resides.

I crash, I twist, I rise, I fall,
A roaring flood, a whispered call.
Melancholy pools in me,
But so does fire, wild and free.

The ocean waits with open hands,
Unmeasured depths, untrodden sands.
Am I dissolving? Am I whole?
Or just becoming something more—

A sky, a storm, a silver crest,
The river vast within my chest.
No longer lost, not yet complete,
I am the flow, I am the deep.

I was waiting for your arrival,
& I saw many faces along.
Each time I hoped it's yours,
I waited minutes but it felt
Like hours long,

I waited
and waited until
I looked away.

You suddenly came inside
the gate,
How could you do so fast?
When I just tilted my head,
And as in front of my eyes,
I stared you for so long,
But it ended so fast..

And when
I blinked my eyes
You faded away.

I looked onto everywhere,
But you got mixed,
in all those faces
That I never wanted to see...

I only this moment
Felt , my eyes , betray.

I carved your body
In my skull,
As you were you walking
By my left side,

And I am happy that my
Left eye was okay.

With the pause,
I titled to my left side,
and that was the time ,
When I blinked my eyes

I knew it was the last time.

I putted my head between
My arm's crest,
As the withering drops
Caused the tear to almost
Flow out , but in the end
It oozed out a little..

I was lucky that wind was
Flowing array.

My heart would soar, seeing you nearby.
Butterflies would dance, and love would revive.
We'll sit on our old bench, under the open sky.

The moon would blush, veiled in pink hue,
The sun would smile, with a love anew.
Stars would twinkle, with a shy delight,
Pluto would appear, in the celestial light.

The impossible would become possible, it's true,
Heaven and hell would unite, with me and you.
Devils would don angel wings, with a gentle grin,
Witnessing our love, as we reunite within.

They say love stories are written with passion and fire,
Stored in libraries, where heart desire.
But our universe, our love, would be written above,
On the immense sky, for all to read, and endless love

Summer wind hold my hand,
grasp it, rub it gentle  in the  sun
honeyed soothing mother’s touch.

Hide the coughing chimneys up ahead,
the night in the strut of yellow cat eyes,
amber streetlights yielding to blue tv glows.

Coming cold blows my hands into jacket tight.
The star I follow now hidden,  dark,
lost in the arguing noise outside and in.

Stood by the entrance of a coffee shop,
Dark green t-shirt, burnt papers in hand,
The last exam solved, the weight lifting off my shoulders.

Friends around, a drink in hand—laughter in the air.

If I had known that was the last time I’d see you,
I would have cherished every second.

I would have gone for the hug instead of the fist bump.

I would have taken a picture with you, by the mirror,
So time couldn’t steal the moment away.

I would have ignored the world—every friend, every noise—
And given you my full attention.

I would have frozen time in the moment we stood side by side.

I would have known that your journey home
Was the path that would separate us.

I would have looked into your eyes and stayed there,
My gaze filled with nothing but love.

We grew apart—
not physically, but emotionally.

I watched us fade away,
from each other,
from the world.

Our old photos became antique memories,
hidden in the back of my mind.
Your touch is still engraved in my skin.
Your voice still echoes in my brain.
Your presence, your spirit, still beats within my heart.

The hardest part of change
was knowing it wouldn’t go back.
You wouldn’t be the same person
I once knew so intimately.

I tried to justify your departure.
“This is for the better.”
“We need time apart.”
But nothing filled the comfort you left behind.
No reassuring words or hopeful phrases
could change the irrevocable fact:
you were gone.

I begged the universe for one more night—
to hear your words,
to feel your touch,
to be in your presence just for the sake of it.

But deep down, we both knew—
this was the end.

You were like sand slipping through my fingers.
No matter how tightly I held on,
you were leaving.

I got down on my knees,
pleading with the emptiness,
Stay.
I wanted you—
no, I needed you.

But no matter how much I begged,
you still left.

And so we returned,
to being strangers we once knew.

When the marriage ends,  
and the child is still too small to understand  
what's been torn,  
why is it that the man tells his friends—  
"She was crazy."  
"She never got off her ***."  
"She was too emotional."  
"She never took care of the kids."  

And no one asks him,  
"Why did you stay?"  
Why did you have children with her?  
Why did you marry her in the first place?  
Why does she have full custody now?"  

No one dares to ask,  
because they already know.  

Men stay—  
for the comfort of control,  
for the invisible chains that bind women  
with babies,  
with promises that were never kept.  

They know,  
the way a child knows their mother’s touch  
but never her heart.  

The man knows his power in her silence,  
in her labor,  
in her sacrifices—  
the ones no one sees but her.  

And yet, when she walks away, they ask her,  
"Why did you stay so long?"  

Because they know the cost of leaving  
was more than she could afford.  

But still she walked.  

Still she left.  

Why did she stay?  

For the love she thought might change him.  
For the chance that maybe—just maybe—  
he’d become the man she believed in.  
For the hope that her children would have a father who cared.  

But he didn’t.  

He stayed because he knew—  
the house wouldn’t run without her.  
The kids wouldn’t be fed,  
the bills wouldn’t be paid,  
and the image of a family was more important than the truth.  

Men stay because it’s easier to claim a woman  
than to be the man they promised to be.  

And when she leaves, they don’t ask themselves,  
"Why couldn’t I be better?"  

They just ask,  
"Why did she stay so long?"