The other day you told me you liked Him.
Yesterday you told me we were just friends now.
I still feel so much for you,
and its killing me everyday.
I miss making you smile.
That's His job now.
I always wanted to buy you a fancy dinner,
and get drunk off champagne.
I suppose I can reheat some left overs
and drink some whiskey while you and Him go out to eat.
There isn't much more for me to say,
other than that I love you and I miss you.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
The other day you told me you liked Him.
Yesterday you told me we were just friends now.
I still feel so much for you,
and its killing me everyday.
I miss making you smile.
That's His job now.
I always wanted to buy you a fancy dinner,
and get drunk off champagne.
I suppose I can reheat some left overs
and drink some whiskey while you and Him go out to eat.
There isn't much more for me to say,
other than that I love you and I miss you.
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