The text
My phone lit up
It was 1:00 am
I looked down and thought
"He knows Im trying to go to bed"
You wanted to say I love you
Your voice; so sweet and addicting
It felt as if our love
Could never become conflicting
You would kiss my forehead
Those were the best
The feeling bubbled inside me
To strong to confess
To you it didnt mean as much
"I love you" sounded bitter
My heart began to sting
Feeling like frostbite in the winter
The text arrived
It was 3:01
The text read
"I cant do this anymore"
And you said we were done
Why the hell would you do this to me?
Won't you miss what we had?
Our memories filled my brain
Leaving me alone and feeling sad
The weeks went on
You were with someone new
It hurts to see you with her
But our time is far do
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