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I can't let you be my compass.
It's past time I make my own decisions
And find my own direction.
Everything that happens to you can be archived.
Your mind is an automatic library,
Processing each experience,
Saving it for future reference.
People may leave, things may break,
But your memories will always be there for you.
Right?
When I look back on these days,
What will I remember?
Farmers, lords, princesses,
Knights in shining armor-
It doesn't matter.
Everyone plays.
But in the game of love,
You win or you die.
I never asked for you to come,
But please, go ahead,
Make yourself at home.
Well you'll leave,
Like they always do.
And along with your departure,
You take a piece of me.
Like they always do.
You left.
You left me.
You left me displaced.
A thimbleful, a tablespoon,
A cup, a gallon,
How do you measure happiness?
In whispers, in smiles,
In late-night talks
And shared secrets.
Time slowed, hesitated for us, paused,
Stood still.
I looked down the barrel of your gun.
Is this how the clock stops for me?
Dainty teacups,
Shattered on the floor.
The pink rug turned crimson-
An ugly truth hidden behind a neat facade.
Years flew by, and I was so sure
Until one day,
I found the crisply folded note
You left behind.
And then I wasn't.
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