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my love


how are you?

i haven't spoke to you in a while.

i can't wait to share the things that happened

i have them stored in a pile.

my pile is quite large

i'm sorry that it is.

but i haven't spoke to you in forever

and talking to you is bliss.

how are you?

what went wrong?

was it my friends,

was my love too strong?

nowadays, i think about you quite often.

i can't get you out of my head.

i often think about what you think about.

do you think of me, or her instead?

i know your love for me,

but i know your love for her, too.

things aren't like they used to be

and i know there is nothing i can do.

oh, my love, what do you say to her?

i see you look at her with puppy eyes,

those puppy eyes that once looked at me.

do you miss me?

do you miss how great we had it?

our days were of love and magic,

how do you not miss how great we had it?

i know you made the decision to leave

and i know you only meant the best.

but when you left you also left a hole in my chest.

the hole is there because you had my heart.

you took my body's most valuable possession

and most needed part.

do you still have my heart?

maybe did you put it on a shelf? 

or did you step on it and break it?

please don't be like everyone else.

i would like my heart back

you don't deserve it anymore.

if you don't have it you can leave

to your right, there is a door.

without you im learning to be myself again.

i have to suffer no more pain.

but for you, i want you to feel this

and then you'd definitely be ashamed.

i know that you said you loved me,

but did you really?

i thought so every night

until your actions spoke more clearly.

you ignored me, lied to me, and spoke harshly to me.

you broke a promise, stopped saying i love you,

so, my love, do you actually see what you did to me?

you hurt me and left me in the dust.

while you flied high and are going on to your next crush.

oh, my love.

my sweetheart, my darling.

oh how i wish we were actually talking.

i want to hear your voice for the last time

and possibly hear "i love you"

i want to mess up your hair

so you'll get mad like you always do.

i want one more car ride

and listen to our song

i wish more than anything

you loved me longer.

i hope one day we actually speak

one day when my heart isn't so weak.

so i can tell you all the things you need to hear

so you can spare the next girl you hurt some tears.

my love,

if there is anything that i want to tell you

and i actually get the chance to

is to let you know that nobody

and i mean nobody

will love you more than i love you.

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