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“It’s Not Me; It’s Us”

“It’s Not Me; It’s Us”

Ulises Vargas

August 24, 2025


Everytime I get close again, she reminds me. 

Where were we again? 

Somewhere we weren’t supposed to be. 

A riske place of old pain 

Pray for us cause I’m hopeless without you involved

Or hopeless when you keep coming and going

Better never than ever 


Came at the right time 

Came at the thought of last time 

Our only time 

A love lost long ago 

Or it never existed 

Whomever persisted(it was me)

Whomever been distant (its all you)

Whomever kept consistent (it aint neither)


Whenever he came over, your phone left the room 

No response to me either 

Say what we had is over 

We both know it aint true 

Red rose gift, stamped between paper on the cover 

Rose red tint, taped around you 

Dancing the red tape 

Caution red lines we wrap ourselves in 

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