You're the prettiest ring, though you turn my finger green.
The most poetic words I said, But didn't actually mean.
   Sure, you're a nice thought. But, when our love died you left it there to rot.
              You're not who I thought at all.
               But, I still answer the phone when you call.
I still choke on "I Miss You's". Because my carpet is still stained from mud off your shoes, when you walked out on me.
You lied to me when we talked on the phone.
You don't love me.

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