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Day 7

I miss you.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

The three hardest things to say

Describe everything I feel.

I know you don't like that girl you're hooking up with.

And she can't possibly love you,

not like I do.

But I hope you go to her house

and you kiss her like you mean it

and she kisses you back

and I hope you feel how wrong it is.

I really hope you think it's wrong

And I'll be drunk

or high

and definitely alone.

I thought I was the one leaving you.

Was I really just setting you free?

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Written by
jill-stinehart
Published
Jan 24, 2014
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Notes

In case anyone was wondering, it's been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend.

Apparently tomorrow he's going to this girl's house so they can hook up.

So basically I am sad.

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