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Nov 2019
A week ago you held my body,
as you soundly slept with your arms around me.
A week ago while you rested your eyes,
I whispered "I love you" in silent lullabies.

Three days ago you made your confession,
with piercing words and an apologetic expression.
You drunkenly stumbled into the bed,
of a girl you'd promised was just a friend.

So tonight I drank so that I was too drunk for the party,
and spent the night wishing you would show up and fight for me.
But as always I was left disappointed,
Despite how I know that waiting for you is pointless.

So I’m on my way home now,
And this empty cab is really getting to me.
I got used to you sitting beside me,
Too used to your body molding around me.

So now I’m calling your number,
Far too many times.
Don’t know what I'm hoping,
For you to stay the night then in the morning I’m broken?

I keep repeating how you ****** it,
I keep repeating how you lied to me.
I keep repeating you shared the taxi home,
I keep repeating how you hid it all from me.

So now I’m blocking your number,
And you’re deleting our messages.
Too late for me to save them,
And too late for you to save this.
just a poem that I wrote from the view point of my friend going through heart break... cheating ain't all that great
Written by
Zara  18/F/UK
(18/F/UK)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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