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Little Azaleah Mar 2015
No, it's not the fact that I'm heartbroken,
that you're with him.
It's the fact that you didn't tell me
something so important,
even when you knew how I felt.
I feel betrayed, back-stabbed.
And here I thought you were my friend.

- { E.I }
It hurts.
Little Azaleah Mar 2015
As soon as those words were said,
the mask she's worn all her life
starts to crack.
With every bit of word they say,
her true self began to show,
her true ugly self.
But they didn't know though,
that there was ever this side of her.
She would always smile,
she would always laugh.
If only they had look closer,
close enough to see her smile faltered,
close enough to see into the windows of her soul,
they would see
the girl that was filled with
insecurities, and sadness.

- { E.I }
She was breaking.
Little Azaleah Mar 2015
You've push me to the edge and let me fall.

{ E.I}
Little Azaleah Mar 2015
This time I will be the one to walk away.

{ E.I }
Little Azaleah Feb 2015
You are my best friend.** When you're upset, I'll be there for you to be a shoulder to cry on. When you're unhappy, I'll be there to make you laugh with my horrible singing and lame jokes. When you're heartbroken, I'll be there with a shovel to bury the heart breakers alive. Even if you're far away, I'll be there to remind you of home. When you are sick, I'll be there to take care of you even if I myself got the flu. I'll stay with you when nobody could. When you fall, I get you up. When you need someone to talk to, call me even if it's 3am on a school day. When we're 70 and forgetting, I'll be there to read you of our written journey. We'll laugh, we'll cry, take silly goofy pictures, we'll probably even fight, but that'll just make us more closer. We'll stay together till we're old and grey.

{ E.I }
I miss you.
Little Azaleah Feb 2015
Just when I thought you're the one, you broke me.

{ E.I }
Little Azaleah Feb 2015
There he was,
his dark hair slicked back as he wove his hand through,
the sleeve of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows.
When he looked up, his brown eyes met mine.
It shone in recognition.
For a moment,
we turn back in time
in the days where I first saw you,
when we were younger and foolish.
But before my heart start to waver;
before the walls I've built cracks;
I turned around and walk away,
just like you did that summer day.

{ E.I }
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