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What Do I Do?

There must be something more.
Something more than me and you.
So today will be the last.
The ending of us.
I guess that you were just an another chapter.
Another chapter in this book.
This book called life.

So now that we are done.
Finished and over with.
Why does it seem that I still want it to be?
I found someone new.
To fill the hole you left.
But every time I hear your name.
My heart skips a beat.

And every time I hear his name.
I feel like nothing can bring me down.
Down off of cloud nine.
So did I make a mistake?
Should I not of ended us?
Should I have still waited by the phone for a call?
Or did I do the right thing?

These questions haunt me.
They are killing me inside.
I feel like I am going insane.
As if trapped in a world.
A world of two dreams.
One coming true.
But the other crashing into pieces.
I feel as if I am the knot.
In the center of the rope.
In the game of tug-a-war.

I can't take it anymore!
I must break free.
I must do something to ease the pain.
To get my mind on something other than this.
But what can I do?
Run away?
I would never be able to stay away.
From his soft lips.
Do I hide?
I could not I would always be found by you.
So what do I do?
What do I do?
I know now I will leave.
Leave this house for a few weeks.
Get my mind off of things.
So when I return I will know.
Exactly what to do.
— broken_skye, Jun 22, 2010

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Alice Ember

Alice Ember

15 years 11 months ago

Awsome job honey,

Having been in this situation at a time i can tel you it's an incomfortable one. Caught between to loves, in one spot the other is better then in the another spot you want to other one. It's a bitter game but, i promise it'll be cleared soon enough or at least to an extent. this was a great write, take care Cowards aren't the only ones who die a thousand deaths. Sometimes heroes do to