Poetry About The Love That Was Never Mine

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I have good days and bad days. On good days you barely cross my mind and when you do it's only to think about how awful you are and how I'm finally starting to get over you. Today has been a good day. Bad days are days like tomorrow. Ones where I see you and you look at me and then look away as if I'm nobody to you. As if we have no history together like we're complete strangers. You look at me as if I don't know your favorite color is purple and you don't know mine is blue. You look at me as if I don't you favorite band, song, author etc. Days like that are days when I go home and sit in the bottom of the bathtub with the shower on the highest temperature, blasting nirvana with tears streaming down my face. While you go home with a smile on your face.