i'm hiding a picture of you
in my purse behind my wallet and cell
it means nothing now
so it means everything somehow
a happier version of me
a disillusioned part of you
remembering how
you could never trust
anything
including me
i thought you destroyed me
well, i was wrong
i dusted myself off
got back up and moved on
i looked at this picture
of us
and i wanted to feel
something
something
remember you
remember that moment
how you felt
but i can't
you were more attractive than
my last
you were more attentive than
he was, too
maybe you weren't the
antichrist
maybe you weren't
that far off
seeing that
i can't trust too much
right now anyway
it's easier to hurt
those were care for
than those we don't
can't care unless it pains us
so maybe in a way
i've learned from you,
become that part of you
you were more caring than
my last,
more exciting than
he was, too
i always said
someday it would make sense
and now it does
i used to say it would
never end
now maybe,
it really has
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