Last Chance


Our love wasn't beautiful,
We didn't sacrifice anything great to be together.
No, we were very much alive
And our love began to break with time.
It wasn't a tragedy.
I didn't cry in the street and curse his name,
He didn't leave me voicemails full of hate and agony.
We were a blank slate and we yearned for our other half.
Little did we know our other half was always around.
As we cried and screamed at each other,
We saw the love we had forgotten.
In his eyes I saw the pain I chose to ignore,
And in my face he shut the door.

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