I know it's silly
but I used to play a game
in my head
trying to find a reason
to believe you might change
your mind
If that car turns left, you still love me
If it's not past midnight, you still love me
If that girl sits in that chair, you still love me
If it's sunny tomorrow, you still love me
and I don't think I ever really believed
that stupid game would mean anything
but now I know for sure it didn't
because that car turned left
it was not yet midnight
that girl sat in that chair
and it was sunny the next day
and yet,
you still no longer love me.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya collection of poems (mostly love/heartbreak) and random thoughts if lowercase is used, it is intended.
