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I watched her hit you without swinging,
It was so powerful I saw it in your face.
The tears did not show, but I know you had to feel them in your heart—
You had to, because I felt them in mine.
That day you were stronger than what she said you were;
I was on the sideline as your witness.
Rain fell and we let it hit our faces.
Drowning our bodies in chilling water.
Your pain was written on her heart;
She was the finest at making it tough.
I’m here now, caked in thick mud.
In my brand new Levi’s,
Which are now a reddish brown.
As I lean against the smooth stone.
My tears make a river with the rain,
Forming slowly over where you lie.
Broken and torn.
Tormented and distressed.
Angry but strong.
Dead and dismissed.
You didn’t have to let her take you.
You could have stood there and consumed the fire.
If you could hace just taken it one more day.
I’m here now, caked in thick mud,
In my brand new Levi’s,
Which are now a reddish brown.
As I lean against the smooth stone,
That is now your own,
I have spoken now and I wonder if you’re listening,
Or even if you care,
I lean against the ground,
Where I imagine your skeleton should lie.
I scream,
And I know you can hear me.
I miss every element of your soul.
All the pieces that made you whole.
But it’s late to get you back.
And besides,
We all know,
She’s still the finest at making it tough.
And it thanks to her you're dead.
And your pain, written in black, forever on her heart.
