poetic justice

There's actually nothing poetic

about us,

but some things are better left unsaid.

Of course you hated hearing the truth like all you want me

to say are sweet lies to get you through the day and night

Some memories of you still haunt me,

Some memories of you still make me think you want me,

The hardest pill I had to swallow

was I needed to lose you to start loving me

I needed you to hurt me to realize what serves me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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