Young Writers Society

Most people love to hate one another.

But I hate to love you.

You are the one person I entrust with my secrets.

I hold those close to me.

Years of lies and separation.

They burden you.

They burden me.

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You still haven’t realized.

This isn’t about me anymore.

You say differently than you act.

Maybe one day you’ll realize why that is.

I guess I’ll have to wait on you.

Would you mind that?

Would you wait?

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What if I have nothing left to say?

What if you want nothing more to do with me?

Leaving nothing but the silence that fills the air.

Is that too cruel?

Would you mind the silence?

It tends to speak volumes of my thoughts.

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I do enjoy your company. 

I'm quite shocked that you may enjoy mine as well.

You say you do.

I'm not sure why it is so hard for me to trust that.

I was told how "words mean nothing."

It was my goal to prove him wrong.

To think I now hesitate before each breath I speak..

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And then there are the songs I cannot listen to without hearing you.

Perhaps now I should change the lyrics, right?

The rain sings me to sleep.

A lullaby from my memories. 

A repeated nightmare from my dreams.

To my mother, that I will never meet.

I don't want your cruel melody.

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I miss you.

You haven't even left yet.

I can't help but feel like an obstacle. 

One that you'll forget about once you step off the stage.

I'm sorry for being your obstacle.

I'm sorry that I care.

I wish I didn't.

I try not to each and every day. 

You're too nice.

It's surreal.

A fever dream.

And I have yet to wake up.

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You are blind.

Even a new pair of glasses can't help it.

You should've chose someone else.

It would've been easier.

Better.

I hate to tell you but it does get difficult before it gets better.

I wish you would see what is right in front of you.

My words can't explain it. 

They can't help you.

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I'm sorry, sir.

I never got to say goodbye to you.

I didn't even know about the funeral.

Not until it was too late.

You continue to be my inspiration.

So please, don't give up on me yet.

In each step I take.

I hope that you could be proud.

One day.

I hope to see you again.

I know you're alright.

You're safe up there with him.

I'm sorry, B.

And thank you. 

For staying with me.

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I think that was the first time I've ever seen you cry.

You hurt me.

I comforted you.

I regretted it.

You said that I spoke too much.

So I stopped talking...

I can finally speak again.

But never the words I truly wish to say.

I can never forgive you.

I'm not sorry for that.

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(This will be continued)