You were nothing more
than a temporary fix,
a rubber band wrapped
around a pair of broken sticks.
You meant absolutely
nothing to him or his friends,
and it’s time you stop
crying over the inevitable end.
Stop dreaming about
the drives, dances, and kisses.
Because, trust me,
you’re the last thing he misses.
You deserved better
than how things happened.
Next time you jump in the dating game,
just make sure your seatbelt is fastened.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
You were nothing more
than a temporary fix,
a rubber band wrapped
around a pair of broken sticks.
You meant absolutely
nothing to him or his friends,
and it’s time you stop
crying over the inevitable end.
Stop dreaming about
the drives, dances, and kisses.
Because, trust me,
you’re the last thing he misses.
You deserved better
than how things happened.
Next time you jump in the dating game,
just make sure your seatbelt is fastened.
All there's left to do is stand back up, wipe your face, raise that chin, and act like everything is okay.
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