Hemingway's Iceberg theory

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Funny how I say I (need) hate you
But find myself thinking (hoping) it's you whenever someone calls.
Funny how I say I won't come crawling back
But find myself staring endlessly at your (our) messages;
trying not to (wanting to) type something and never being able to.
Isn't it just so funny
That my demolition was so coerced (simple).
And even more comical
Is how (I) you did it.
Funny how it wasn't love,
but when you swore it was
I (believed) acted like it.
And I think of you still
I just don't mention your name
Anymore
As if just by
Uttering that combination of vowels and consonants
I could bring you back.
You were a tidal wave;
Complete desolation left in your wake
I'm not ready to go swimming.

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