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6 Word Stories

Would've,                                                         Nothing

 

      Could've,                                                          Kills  you

 

      Should've,                                                         like your

 

didn't, didn't, didn't.                                               mind.

-----------------------------                                 -----------------------------

 

     You almost                                                      People come

                                                                            

     convinced                                                             and go,

                                                                          

   me I mattered.                                                      that's life.

------------------------------                                 ------------------------------

 

   Nothing matters,                                            You deserved

 

               but                                                            happiness,

 

   somehow you did.                                                so I left.

--------------------------------                               -------------------------------

 

       Our "almost"                                                  We were and

 

         will always                                                          then

 

            **** me.                                                          we weren't.

---------------------------------                               -------------------------------

 

     Your fingerprints                                               I miss how

 

           I have not                                                            you

 

          washed off.                                                     wanted me.

                                                Jon York    2019

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