i find myself
forced to writes tales of
love and forgiveness,
forced to reminisce
on my absolute worst moments,
forced to think about
all those words you never said,
and forced to realize
what you could have done instead.
I waited and waited
for such moments to come true,
yet now I can only wonder
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why the fuck i ever trusted you.
