spilling

you fell in love with your best friend, my friend

you fell in love with them before you knew yourself, my friend

you gave you to them, in secret,

and now they know you more than you know yourself, my friend

you have burdened them with the saddest of laments in the dark,

that which i hear,

again and again

not from you,

no, not from you,

it is their tears that haunt my chest instead

it's like I'm dead, my friend

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for she now carries the burden of your love within her,

that which you gave away,

you thought you put away,

but she was the cupboard you shoved it in,

and now you go on living

but it'll come spilling

you've spent her without knowing,

her love i feel hurting