You strut around this new toy, this new guy that once meant nothing to you.
Now he's all you ever hang out with, all you ever show off.
I was once that.
I'll watch you two, how you strutted all over my runway heart as if it was the final runway you'd be walking on.
I still love you.
But that strut was damaging.
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B my Valentine, Valentina
PoetryThis is a story of how I came across an online friend, who will forever be my favorite, live in my heart, and hopefully be mine forever. This story will be updated when I feel the need to do so; when she makes me happier than ever. Which is most lik...