Waiting for your calls.
Waiting for your texts.
Is this really as good as it's going to get?
I'll be waiting my whole life
if I continue like this.
I must learn to move on,
but you're all I've ever known.
You were the life of me,
and almost the death of me.
I will never stop hating you for leaving me
and giving up on me.
But most of all,
I hate you for making me love you so much
and so
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Carry On
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote during random moments of my life.