You were the best but you were the worst
As sick as it sounds, I loved you first
I was a dick, it is what it is
A habit to kick, the age-old curse
I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad
I stare at the crash, it actually works
Making amends, this shit never ends
I'm wrong again, wrong again
(Gracie Abrams, I Love You, I'm Sorry, 2024)
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And the thing is, I still miss you.
After more than a year, I still miss you.
I'm resentful about the shit show we were, the toxic bullshit you threw at me.
If we were in front of each other, I'd yell and scream and cry.
But I still miss you.
Somehow, I still miss you.
I miss your laughter, I miss your voice, I miss your ramblings, I miss your complaints.
I miss us.
I'm over you, I'm over us, but I miss you.
And the worst part is that I wonder if you miss me too.
If you stop, sometimes, noticing something that reminds you of me. Or listening to a song that makes you think of us.
STAI LEGGENDO
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RandomO cose a caso, su cose a caso che mi vengono in mente durante il giorno. O, ancora, la mia scusa per poter scrivere quello che non riesco a produrre in one shot.
