Apologize?

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Where do I even begin?

These thoughts in my head are not supposed to be here.

But I can't get rid of them.

And I can't find what I'm looking for.

It's all white noise.

(And it hurts when it echoes)

I'm really sorry,... but I need to finish.

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Wrong, he says, anger in the softest touch.
I laugh.
Not at the attempt, but to drown the fall.
Even empty streets have ears.
And Pride is fragile despite her wrath.

Lost, she says, crystal sympathy in pale blue orbs.
Startle me.
Captivate me.
Save me?
and I can't even try.
Turn the sun in her eyes, flee into the night.
You'll never catch me alive.

I would stay, like I once said
but I really have to go
Dodging hooks that fall like rain
is easier on my own

Confused, he declares, holding on cheerfully
to a crumbling dying past.
And all our worlds crash around us
like shattering crystal glass.
(I don't like it.
I know; please don't cry?)

I would reach out and touch you
But you're not really there
Dodging hooks that fall like rain
I know better than to care


Inarticulate, like the fishes on your wall, she says.
I pretend not to listen.
But I know.
We're all caught in undeserved pasts
She only continues to smile
While I sweep up the glass
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Reflections

She looked up and studied the expression on the dark haired girl's face. She saw anger, bitterness, contentment and a weird sense of pride. Oh, and of course there was the sadness. As always. But she was used to that. What she didn't expect to see was that strange look that kept hiding behind all the other masks.

Acceptance...
That's what she would have thought... if it was anyone else she had been studying with such diligence.
But of course, it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
Acceptance???
That was almost as rare to spot as tears, especially where this friend of hers was concerned.
Well, rarer in fact.

Much much rarer if you counted the imbalance that was sure to have hit by now.

And so, she shook her head, walked a couple of steps forward... and exhaled... making sure the other girl was lost behind a wall of fog.

Mirrors either lied completely or made you believe whatever you wanted to believe.

Only problem was, right now, both the options seemed to mean the same thing.
And she wasn't ready for it.
Not at all...