I think I knew
from the start
that
it wouldn't work.
That I would look back
Remember all of it.
All of us.
And call myself stupid.
I remember
The first time
When he made me
smile.
I felt beautiful.
He loved me,
I thought.
I loved him.
I remember
The last time
When he made me cry.
I felt awful.
He never loved me,
I thought.
I still loved him.
I remember
When I saw her.
He was with her.
He was smiling.
He loves her.
Not me.
Stop it, stupid.
He's happy.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
I think I knew
from the start
that
it wouldn't work.
That I would look back
Remember all of it.
All of us.
And call myself stupid.
I remember
The first time
When he made me
smile.
I felt beautiful.
He loved me,
I thought.
I loved him.
I remember
The last time
When he made me cry.
I felt awful.
He never loved me,
I thought.
I still loved him.
I remember
When I saw her.
He was with her.
He was smiling.
He loves her.
Not me.
Stop it, stupid.
He's happy.
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