I know when he looks at you in the halls your knees still go weak.
I know that when he first said your name,
Your ears never stopped burning.
And oh god...
I know that whenever he kisses you he started a fire in your mouth.
But he's not yours anymore.
He hasn't been for months.

- Things I've Been Telling Myself Since He Left.

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