your feelings for me faded away
like smoke of one your many cigaretts,
and I cannot help but wonder
if the description of your love for me
was sincere, and the color of your eyes
became my favorite color over time,
and the tune you'd hum in class is
still stuck in my head on repeat,
and I wish I could move on,
but sadly darling,
you're still my favorite mistake.
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