The Art Of Speech - Poetry

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How do I act
like I'm not hurting by you?
And what am I supposed to do
when you're moving on with your life
when I gave mine up just to be with you?
And while I'm alone, cried to the bone
you're living in the times
replacing the memories of me so easily.
You're having the best while I can't even have rest.

I didn't think this would be so hard,
being stuck in a crumbling house
as you fly a million miles away with no regard.
And everytime, when you actually pick up the phone
it's always a new voice laughing in the background.

Honey, I can't help but hurt cause I'm the
last
on your list
now.