-The Old You-
Cold stone heart, pitch black soul.
Your love for me never grows.
I constantly think about how I live
without you around.
My body aches along with my brain,
It hurts to know you're with someone else now.
I reminisce about the times we shared, when you laughed more than you do now.
You aren't with me anymore, you should be happy.
You're not.
You just pretend to be.
I can see it in your eyes when you look at me.
When you look at her I see the old you.
Happy. 💔
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I know this poem is short. but who gives right?
•gvn.
