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Slow Erosion.

Maybe if I believed in myself
Half as much as other people seem to,
You wouldn’t be such a problem for me.
Perhaps if I thought things through,
If I didn’t give up so easily for you
Perhaps then I could see more clearly.
If I had firmly stood my ground
When I was denying my feelings for you
Maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess.
If I had just walked away
Or never ran into you that day
I could have saved us
the heartache and stress.
But here we are now
all discretions aside,
Trying to see through this haze.
We’re making up lies
No matter how hard we try
We know that it’s not just a phase.
So where do we go from here?
Which path do we choose?
We either destruct or implode
But we don’t say what we’re feeling
In these moments we’re stealing
So we sit here and watch one another erode.

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