But if you were to come back now
And tell me you missed me.
I don't know whether I'd let you in,
With arms wide open.
Or tell you to leave again.
Because last time you tore me apart,
But I am still in love with you.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.