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Coping Methods
A Poem
i never said i’d say goodbye,
but it still feels like a concession
that i’m fading out of your orbit
as if i’d never been.
step back into the shadows,
melt into the dark,
keep the mask firmly in place —
oh, it feels like time’s on rewind.
and it’s not you, it’s me —
hello, i’ve always been the problem
with this runaway mind of mine
and all the dead ends in its maze.
and it’s not you, it’s me —
because i got too fascinated too fast
by the glow of you in this dying world
as if i’d never known love could feel like this.
take a step away, i tell myself,
go back into your lane,
be honest but don’t be hurt —
oh, it feels like i’m going backwards.
i never even said hello,
but it’s my coping method
just to watch from afar and sigh
as if i’m only furniture.
