I'm not going to lie about this --- yes I still miss him, of course I do; yes I still look for bits of him in every guy I meet, I probably always will; yes I still hope that I'll see his face every time there's a knock and I open the door --- but I don't want him back. He ruined me. And even though I love him, I know he's no good for me.
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Unsaid Feelings
Poetry« collection of my feelings » You are still my favourite yet most painful story to tell
