The worst thing about all this is
that I don't think I miss you,
after all that you've done to me,
I miss our memories,
I miss the idea of what we could've been,
I miss the hope I had back then,
I think, maybe, I also miss the person I used to be
with you.
(I'm not that person anymore.)
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PoetrySome poems about someone who didn't know how love me right, how I, myself, didn't know how to love me right, how I lost & finally found myself again.
