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“he only has two seats”

So you go,

Go and tell me how it is.

But make sure to leave out how you guys cuddled.

Oh and when you hook up don’t tell me either.

Instead tell me that they just smoked and nothing happened.

But I beg of you,

Tell me how the stars shined.

And how the moon rose ever so slowly,

Over the water.

And how the sand feels between your toes.

But when you come back,

Don’t comment on my attitude.

Or how I’ve been acting weird.

Because you decided to leave.

And choose him over me.

Even after all of those empty promises.