I know you like to see me break down. To crumble on my own.
But here's the thing, I am not alone anymore. After all you've done, someone came and helped me up.
He picked me up where you pushed me down. You once called him your best friend. And he called you his best friend.
But not anymore, not after her.
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PoetryI loved you once, with all my heart. You were my sun and my moon. The smile on my face and the shine in my eyes. You were my happiness, but that was before you came and ripped me apart. You left me to rot in my grief, just because she was more beaut...
