I ironed out the last crease
As you packed, piece by piece
Into the bright red bag he bought you
On your “business trip” to Peru
My life started crumpling
The moment you walked in
You only wanted to have fun
I know I was not the only one
Yet
You were the world to me
You were everything I see
Then how could I not have seen
What all the secret letters mean
For 365 days
I was in a blur daze
Now I’m clear
I should not be here
Today
I turn twenty-one
Realise the fun
You’ve had all this time
The pleasure was certainly not mine
I feel such a fool
Can’t believe I fell for you
Now I’ll try my best
To fix up what is left
And you can help
Just leave
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