abouthim
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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.
As I opened my eyes he was there,
Like a flash of lightning then whisped away in a second;
I waited and waited
And to my despair
I was left standing there,
Surrounded by the darkness in my wake.
