not an ex

He is not an ex.

He is something that never stopped.

Something buried between 'yes' and 'no'.

Sometimes he is the best, 

and sometimes he is the worst thing in my life.

He never goes completely

and he never leaves my mind.

Other boys come and go

and I don't know what it is,

but something inside me,

will always 

go back

to

him.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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