Falling Behind

by Olivia Norwood

 

Everyone is falling in love; I am falling behind.

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Left in the dust,
Left in the darkness,
Left in the destruction.

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Is love even for me?

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It does not feel like it.
It does not matter like it.
It does not mean to like it.

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I just wanted to feel loved.

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Is it too hard to ask?

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Apparently, it is.

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Too much for me to ask.
Too much for me to say. 
Too much for me to think.

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Just love me. 

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Not hurt me. 

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I cannot do this abuse in my life. 
I cannot do this anymore.
I cannot do this heartbreak.