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Nov 2019
My favorite song isn’t mine anymore
You took it and made it yours
Like you do with everything else.
The beat doesn’t take me to a different place
It just takes me right back to looking at your face.
Every new song I hear, I want to send you it.
*******, stop making me feel like ****.
The street lights flicker through my blinds
Somehow, they used to clear my mind.
Like a studio apartment in the heart of New York City
You once told me.
Your attempt at making me smile
In a time of my darkest trial.
Through change I couldn’t stand,
You came and held my hand.
My own bed doesn’t belong to me
It’s missing a spot where you used to be
The cold side of my pillow doesn’t exist
It’s getting harder to resist.
Every side is cold without you
Boy, what can I do?
I obsessively obsess over you
I’m over it
And you are over it, too.
Why do you lie to me when I cry?
Would it just be easier to say goodbye?
You once said that I looked beautiful in the dark
Bruised my heart with your mark.
Now it cloaks and traps with no trace of escape
I’m becoming desperate to erase
Every thought of you
But I can’t.

You’re everywhere
And nowhere
All at once.
Jenny Moran
Written by
Jenny Moran  23/F/CT, USA
(23/F/CT, USA)   
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