If you had realized how lucky you were to have me, you would have regretted every second after I left. Because compared to all the trouble and anger that someone else could have caused you, you had me. I loved you, took care of you, barley gave you any trouble, I didnt go out and smoke, drink, rebel, have sex, and yet when I made even the smallest mistakes you acted like I committed murder. You didnt appreciate what you had and now im gone. And maybe now you'll realize you actually kinda miss me, and that you may have been wrong. But it'll be to late by then, because I'll be gone, and despite what you may think, I wont look back, and I wont be homesick, and that will be all on you. Because you never took the time of day to tell me how lucky you were to have me, you only pointed out what I did wrong, and thats what broke me. So dont expect me to come running back with an apology, because I can promise you all the ones I did have, where completely washed away and broken, the day I didnt say goodbye.
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Ne Decorem
Poetry"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?" - Virginia Woolf
