Spilled Ink

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You are the poem I wrote,
that I couldn't bring myself to read.
You belong to the playlist,
I used to listen every night.
You are my favorite book,
I left in an old and dusty shelf.
You are part of a memory,
I badly wanted to forget.
You were my once upon a time,
that ended a long ago..
when the word 'you and her'
replaced the word 'us'.

- you (me)