Why was real and true not enough?
Why did getting close to me push you farther away?
Why was being authentic and open too scary?
Why was forgivness something to be feared?
I had always taken you as you were, and I wanted nothing but to help...
I saw you there, I saw your eyes, even when you couldnt see yourself. For years and years, I watched it change back and forth...I watched you come and go... in and out of what was real to what was afraid. I saw the truth in your eyes, but only when they met mine. The truth is there, but I cant see it anymore, its mearly a memory of what was..
I wanted to save you.
Now i know ive failed...and all I can do is walk away. Your eyes have left me, and as they will never meet mine again, I fear you may lose yourself as well...
Please Dont.
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I think I have.
Its not too late..
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