The Conversation

Today,
Two in the morning
"Belle, I'm still not sure"

The truth is,
I know. I have guessed. I understand.
And yes, sometimes my judgement is right.
That's why I told you, I'm no good for you.

So I get it if you want to fly away,
Because you might not like what you see.
How can you handle bruises, when you don't even know where to go?

Everyone leaves eventually, and that is the cold harsh truth.
Just close the door as you leave.

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Today,
Four in the morning.
"Belle, Don't be too hard on yourself"

The truth is,
I have to.
I have no other option.
Because life is not a fairy tale.
And there won't be a knight to rescue a damsel in a distress.

And yes, I've changed.
I am no longer a Belle that you knew years ago.
That Belle is long dead.

And no, you don't get to judge me.

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(I still hear a crack, here .. inside my chest)