i've never wrote you any poems,
and maybe that should've been
the biggest red flag
that i souldn't have missed
i confused comfort
for happiness
for love
for you
no. i was happy
yes, i was
please don't get me wrong
(maybe do)
but somehow i always seem to expect,
things to end
before i enjoy them,
i'm always waiting
(for them to end)
maybe so i can finally write you
a love letter
a poem
saying thank you
and sorry
(i think i loved you once)
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