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I will be “that girl” that all of your future lovers hate. the one that she will try not to appear worried about, and the one she will avoid bringing up, but when she hears my name grace the window panes of your lips she will cringe. when she hears the infinite phrase “my ex girlfriend” it trickles down her neck like boiling honey, when you recall the good, the bad, and the ugly of what we went through. she will always hate me because she will know, by the way you will sleep facing away from her and the way you’ll always seems to be searching, maybe for lost keys, the right shirt, something in the backseat that will never appear, trying to find the fill for the empty void I left in you, that she will never be capable of giving you what I gave you.

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i cannot expect you to understand my poetry, the same way i cannot understand the way your lip curves ever so slightly when you speak with passion, with conviction, or the way your hair falls ever so gently to your collarbones like the way autumn leaves make their way to the pavement. i cannot expect you to read the words i have written for you, and know what i mean to say by them - the words i have inscribed in my skin and carved into my cuticles - the intricate details about you that i formulated into math equations only to find that your beauty is undefined but not even my professor could explain how the limit could still be infinite. i cannot expect the sun to shine on us on the days when the forecast calls for showers and storms but i promise that if a hurricane were to pass through our upper story window that i will be there to wipe away every drop of water and every hardship that ever had the privilege to touch you.

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i lost you on a Wednesday it was not until my world went black that i realized you were my light even in your darkest times i told you i would rather have you at your worst than not have you at all i guess its not always my choice whats best for me i see your face in every stranger i pass i see the times we laughed in every store window i can’t listen to the same songs because the words have all changed their meanings and its like I’m right back in your passengers seat its harder to breathe now driving myself there are still so many things i wanted to do with you so many places i wanted to show you so many paths i wanted to walk with you hand in hand to know that maybe you’ll walk them with someone else feels like a bag of bricks on my chest but if you’re happy if you’re smiling i can breathe again a few days without you and i can’t find the rights words to say that you taught me how to love again to love truly, and fully and i can't thank you enough for that i hope you find what you are looking for even if it’s never me and you can love yourself the way i always will

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