History Repeats Itself

As a friend, I don’t care if I never hear from you, or if I'm the last to know.

My pain comes from being neglected when there's supposed to be more.

This Again?

Two words.

Powerful.

Enough energy

To kill.

Simple for you

To discard my way.

Hard for me

To acknowledge

And step away.

So yeah,

This again.

For you

Two times

Too many.

For me,

Life repeats itself.

I hear the

Same

Old

Thing:

You love too hard.

You want too much.

You’re too needy.

You’re great,

But not for me.

So I feel you when

You say,

“This Again?”

It solidifies

My theory.

Some folks

Were meant

For THIS,

Not THIS AGAIN.

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