If it doesn't matter that I've lied than it won't matter when you're gone.
Bring me all that I deserve and put it in a pile.
You've made your decision and I'll be a memory only for a while.
Look at all these silly promises I've made, and all the silly lines on the page.
I miss everything about you, even when you were wrong or when I was right.
Vindictive is the way of the antagonist.
Please forgive me if I say I don't deserve any better.
I was right, I'm not the only fish in the sea.
I don't want to be right. I don't want to be alright.
It will only matter for a little while.
It will only matter for a summer or two.
It will only matter until I'm lost to the past.
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Holding Hands (Poem)
شِعرJust another poem for hardly any stranger to take notice. It's sad, but what isn't that is worth at least a single glance or a minute of one's time?
