i like to think you're a memory,
no more than a few interactions;
you were never my equal
you made it clear i was a distraction
you're just a thought that
flutters in my mind,
never overthought;
you lost your chance to consume
all my time,
and in my life, you're no longer sought
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Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
