Her sister and our friend leave for the night,
it's just us.
"You should delete it, she'll think it was me who told you to"
I don't want to prove her right.
I don't want to be controlling.
I don't want to be the red flag she makes me to be.
"I don't care," my sweet girl says.
And we talk more, but it fades as we fall asleep.
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
