Grief
You say one thing, yet you do another
You say you love me, then tell me to move on
The choice was yours, then it was mine
The weight falls on my shoulders, how heavy it is
I never would have thought, this is how it would end
Friendship is not an option, romance, suicide
At this point, I'm ready to move on
How can I do this, with my heart still breaking?
The silence will be best, I do believe
It will keep us apart, apart from grief.
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