i am not the kind of woman who waits
or stays
neither are you
we only pretended to be
but we arent those kind
and now im porous and you are hard
like granite
now we put all the wrong words in all the wrong orders
our lips suck into themselves
our hearts are inthe wrong places
it doesnt even matter anymore
the sun is going to set
it will be dark
and we wont know what we've become
or how it all came to be
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