Existence of the Non-Existence
I did not want to love you
All I wanted was a friend
I did not want to care for you
I just needed my broken soul to mend
But despite my careful planning
On how I wanted us to be
I allowed myself to care for you
Knowing you may never care for me
How could I do this to myself?
After all that I've been through
After years of pain and devastation
Allowing more room in my heart for you
I've told you time and time again
That love does not exist
And with you readily agreeing
Why or why does this bitter heart persist?
This game you play is a cruel one
Played with swords and knives
Taking piece after piece of me
Until soon I'll be no longer alive
Even though you hide yourself
I'll continue to be here
Just remember I've made enough room for one
If you ever need to be near
Perhaps if you find yourself caring
For me as I care for you
Just make enough room for me my friend
As I have done and will always do
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