Why am I still writing about You?

I’m so good at pretending it

scares me

That time still reminds me

of you

Despite everything I’ve done,

All I’ve been

I still feels like theres so much

you never got to see of me

And I know, leave it in the

past

After all the time that’s

gone and all I’ve achieved

after you –

I just can’t seem to let

it be

I don’t want to seem

as if I’m pleading but

you were my beginning and

so it seems my end

Most importantly

you were my friend

Why the fuck am I still writing about you.

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