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Sitting here in a puddle of my tears

Thinking of all the time I’ve spent thinking about you.

Wondering if all those years were worth it.

While you sit there and text her,

But you tell me you’ll always be there for me.

I’m sitting here needing you,

But you’re 

Preoccupied.

Unknowingly breaking my heart, more

And more and more,

Until

One day 

It cracks.

And you ask me what’s wrong,

You try to glue me back together.

Saying you’ll kill the boy who did it to me 

It’s funny, you know 

Because I’m pretty sure suicide is frowned upon.

 

-R.M