[I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
And instead of using force
I guess i should have let you in
I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
I guess i should have let you win]
Those were the last words i heard as the door closed
The silence after the storm was defening
We were the too proud to admit
Too proud to admit the obvious
Too proud to say i am sorry
I always felt weak next to you
I always felt not good enough for you
You always let me know my flaws
You always let me know the imperfect me
You were perfect and i imperfect
There was no US
It was YOU and I
The irony of it all
Even after you have started your other life
We will always want each other
© thelma migue, 2013
A cizoepoetry collection
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