But the more I thought about him,
The less I cared about you.
You smiled when you saw me the next day and I smiled back with no feelings attached.
I soon began writing about him instead of you.
I guess the ones who hurt me become the center of my stories.
Because he was the new you.
And you were a distant he.
There's a switch in pronouns here onwards. "You" will be referred to as he and "he" will be referred to as you.
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Poetry#2 Maybe it's true that we are destined to be with that one person. Maybe soul mates do really exist. Maybe we fit each other perfectly. Maybe... just maybe, you were the one but I was in love with him. And it's funny how people who hurt me become t...
