Maybe it's for the better.
That we'll never be alone together.
So that I'll never be tempted to lean in close.
To steal a kiss from the lips that I miss oh so much.
Maybe it's for the better that I live hours away.
So I'm not tempted to show up outside your door in the middle of the night.
To just break down in your arms, because they're the only place I feel safe now.
Maybe it's for the better.
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PoetryPoetry I write at work when I miss my ex. Some is happy, most be sad.