déjà-vu

I have been there before:

.

I have let people ride

all over me, breaking

a smile – how could you know

possibly, that this hurts?

.

I’d repeat in my head:

.

I’d rather be, always,

a tormented friend than

a rejected lover.

I choose seeing things twice

.

over never again.

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