listen,
i know she’s the one for you
and there’s romance in a girl
who doesn’t look over her shoulders.
a sort of magic to the way
she leaves you behind,
and comes to find you when
she’s deemed you worthy again.
listen, i know she’s everything
you’ve ever dreamed of having
but it’s been four years and i’m
tired of picking up your pieces
while you crush mine, chasing after
her shadows.
i know when i said no,
you stopped listening.
but it didn’t stop me from
speaking and worrying
wondering if tonight
is the last time i see you.
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