You forgot to say "I Love You" tonight. I waited, wondered, what had your thoughts preoccupied...
Or was it intentional.
It's becoming unbecoming. Undone.
The little things, changes that start the decline of the high.
You've always been one step ahead of me emotionally. You've been there, done that.
A stepping stone to the next replacement for your misery.
Maybe the next one wont fall so hard.
I still love you.
I refuse to believe I was the 9 month medication that satiated your desires.
But it's true, isn't it...
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