Burn, Body.
There was a time where seeing you felt like home.
I wasn't in love with you, nor am I now,
But you were as my brother, I tried giving you a home, a family,
You let go so easily. I always wonder if it hurt watching me go,
as you never said anything about it when we saw each other again. I never got a sorry.
I got a meek excuse that held no prior motives to you wanting me gone, out of your life.
You never treated me well, and it took me a whole heartbreak and a river of tears to let you go.
I supported you,
loved, cherished,
adored you.
But you didn't love, cherish or adore me back.
You let me go so easily. I have every right to be
Angry.
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