the day after-
the wilted flower from our anniversary sits in front of me
it is waiting to get picked up and ready to get tossed around like what you did to me .you had me casted in a spell called love
oh darling, unfortunately im casted out of that spell.i should've listened to my head instead of my intoxicated heart, now im back from the very start.
no missing calls , no missing messages , nothing
now i know that i was truly a waste of your time , and a waste of minesbest regards from me and my broken heart.
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hits hard
Poetryshe's dealing with the traumatic experience of love. lowercase intended.