There are so many things,
I would tell you if I could.
I'd tell you all about the things you've missed
Since you've been away.
I'd tell you about the friends that have come and gone,
And about how different things have been without you.
But more than anything,
I'd tell you about the pain in my chest
That you caused when you left.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.