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Is there ever really a right time?

You had led me to believe

someday you'd be there for me.

When the stars above align,

when you weren't so consumed

I kept looking for the clues.

So I waited in the

shadows of my heart,

and still the time

was never right.

Until one day I stopped caring

and began to forget why I longed

to be so close, and I disappeared

into the darkness.

And the darkness turned to pain

and never went away until all

that remained was buried

deep beneath the surface.

A shell of what things could have been,

tired bones beneath the veil of

guarded secrets all too frail.

Sad to think I never knew,

you were searching for the words,

for the moment to emerge.

Yet the moment never came,

you couldn't risk

my fragile frame.

Until one day you stopped caring

and began to forget why you tried

to be so close, and you disappeared

into the darkness.

And the darkness turned to pain

and never went away until all

that remained was buried

deep beneath the surface.

I would scream just to be heard

as if yelling at the stars,

I was bleeding just to feel.

You would never say a word,

kept me reaching in the dark,

always something to conceal.

Until one day I stopped caring

and began to forget why I longed

to be so close, and I disappeared

into the darkness.

And the darkness turned to pain

and never went away until all

that remained was buried

deep beneath the surface.

Beneath the surface...