And you taught me
what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And you
showed me who I
wanted. And then who I wasn’t. And you ticked every
box. And then drew a
line. And you weren’t mine to begin with. And then
not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted. And then became
something I hated.
And you get thought of every day. And then not in a good way. And you let
me leave. And then wished I’d stayed. And you almost killed
me. But I didn’t
die.
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