Even in time the wounds still hurts after four years and ten months
You sat on a couch in your mothers house saying “I love you but-” to me for the last time
For six months I gave you everything
But it wasn’t enough
At least not for you
You ignored me the summer of 2018 but I still prayed for a fairy tale ending
I did, until that raining day in September when you said “I love you” for the first time
You broke my heart
You broke my heart and I walked out
I know longer pray for you to walk back into my life after that nightmare
But I see myself yelling “Don’t tell me you love me” As you ended something beautiful
You told me you would always love me
I believed you then and I believe you now.
Even now I still love you. And piece of me always will.
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