you with the smile that no
longer makes me smile.
you with the voice that no
longer brightens my day.
you with the laugh that no
longer makes me laugh.
you with your good morning texts that no
longer make my morning the best.
you with your smell of your
moms drinking and your
dog that no longer
intoxicates me.
you who changed, and is
never coming back.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
you with the smile that no
longer makes me smile.
you with the voice that no
longer brightens my day.
you with the laugh that no
longer makes me laugh.
you with your good morning texts that no
longer make my morning the best.
you with your smell of your
moms drinking and your
dog that no longer
intoxicates me.
you who changed, and is
never coming back.
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