a w a y

i am tired.
it happens all day.
you asked me,
to understand your feelings.
but you never
understand mine's.

i get used to it.
living without telling you anything;
my feelings,
my problems,
my life.
and that is because,
you are slowly pushing me away.

i stood here,
by your side.
i did not walk away.
y o u
p u s h e d
m e
a w a y .

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