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Too late

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Published: Jul 18, 2011

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_{The truth is that you make me angry and happy and depressed and hopeful all at the same time.

When I scream, I realize you stopped smashing my head into the pavement for just long enough that I could see my name spelled out in my own blood. The world is spinning, just like we were in a movie. But we weren't. There is no happy ending. No.
Not to this story.

The truth is that you make me feel empty and filled to the brim. All at the same time.

It isn't like in movies, when two people fall in love, and oh, there's that moment when they're screaming in the rain and it isn't too late, it isn't too late at all, and they can still love and lose.
All at the same time.

And I'm standing in front of you. I see it. I see it in your eyes. The waiting. You know. You see it in my eyes. The wanting. You see every word of what I want to say at you, what I want to scream through the rain that is coming from nowhere. Floating in my irises, just on the edge. So close to escaping.
But they don't.
And I look down. I can't look at you anymore.
And I'm standing in front of you.
And this is when

I walk away.

Music doesn't start playing. People don't yell 'Go back! Turn around!'. No.
Not this time.

I walk and I walk and I walk. Somehow I get to my room. I fall face first into a sea of pillows that will never feel soft again, and I can't help but think that you have the most perfect eyes and the most perfect smile and the most perfect laugh and the most perfect way of saying 'I love you'

to your boyfriend.

I walk away.

And this is when I look out the window, realizing I have accomplished nothing. I have gotten nowhere. This is when I look out the window, realizing.

I am too late.}