𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽.

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Is it bad I still find comfort in your eyes?
Even after everything,
It is still not you who I despise.
I still love your voice,
The power it holds.
I hate your choice;
Her over me.
I put myself in harms way,
But our 'love' was never a guarantee.
I miss your smile,
The light it brings.
I hate that I haven't seen it in a long while.
You told me I was a loose screw,
And maybe I am.
Because somehow I still find comfort in you.

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