When we met it was like a fourth of July event. You cared about my thoughts like someone paying four quarters for two cents.
And when we began to talk it was like two friends that haven't seen each other since their high school graduation, but we only knew each other for less than one of Earths rotations.
It took me 152 days to build up the courage and ask if I could make you mine. That smile you had when you said yes is still tracing around in my mind.
But how quickly love comes around just to be dismissed. The smallest things I did would get you overtly ******.
Though, I was supposed to forgive you cause you're excuse was you're a "classic *****"? Thinking back, I don't know why I didn't just quit.
Because it was revealed that empty feelings and meaningless words were thrown around by you like a stone at two birds.
What really gets me is I was told I could once again trust literal moments before you turned those promises into dust.
You destroyed me and buried me alive. Then went and told me you're sorry while looking me in the eyes.
It's fine, I'm over it because my heart really belongs to someone better. Someone who still sees the beauty even in the bad weather.
So when you see me post "I miss her", don't be mistaken by thinking it's you because I never got over her, you were just a rebound that didn't come through.
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