Poems. My storys into words.

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I could write a book on my love for you.
how my love makes me bite my lips to keep me from crying.
how before that night I was pretty good at hiding it.
but after I find myself replaying every minute. every touch. every breath.
I cry over how vulnerable I was.
how I wanted you so bad.
how I will never have you.
how you will never want me.
how I will cry every night knowing. knowing that there's nothing I can do.
that I will have to bite my tongue, zip my lips, and flush the key.
I will have to deal with seeing you give your love to other girls, and how I will have to watch while gritting my teeth and biting back tears. and yelling at myself for loving you for so long.
cause nothing works. not throwing myself at guys. not downing shots after shots. and not the cigarettes.
and I will live with it.
because I would rather you be happy not knowing.