I am used to,
soft sighs
and goodbyes
parted lips
touching hips
without the
promise of
tomorrow.
Being alone
in the afterglow
it is time
I should let go,
I know
but
my heart begs
not to get
hurt.
It has been so long
I can't forget
I can't let myself
get broken again.
Dying
Trying
to prove myself wrong.
The last time
I got addicted
i wound up
evicted
I couldn't have predicted,
I would find you.
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