Pass time

I tell myself

Lets pass time

Stop and do nothing

But time has a way of pulling me apart

We pulled apart

By time, space, memory, arrogance, heavy shame

the nature of weakness is so unbearable to me

I remember the bad things you did

As a bad man

And the good man you were was so far and unsure

I remember watching notting hill

And mask of zorro

Every story seemed to end badly

With an exit wound

I remember feeling sorry for you

But not being able to change it

Some things won’t change

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