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Can’t Let Go
I met him on a glowing screen, A voice, a name, a face unseen. He said I was special, called me sweet, I wanted him, couldn’t turn away. I said no, I drew my line, But he smiled, said it was fine. I wanted him anyway, I let it slide, I felt the thrill I couldn’t hide. He said the words I longed to hear, Made kindness sound so real, so near. I wanted warmth, I wanted care, But he was never really there. A year of talking, nights that never slept, I shared my world, secrets I had kept. I gave my trust, held nothing back, He took it all, left me off track. Maybe he liked that I believed, Every lie that he conceived. He smiled while pulling me apart, Then left the wreckage of my heart. Did he really love me, or just the thrill? I scroll through old messages, caught so still. He’s gone, unadded, yet I still chase, The memory of wanting, the empty trace. Sometimes I cry, short bursts alone, I scroll through memories I’ve always known. I wanted him, the pull I couldn’t disown, A mix of desire and the flaws he’s shown. Weeks pass and I can’t stop thinking, Every thought of him keeps my heart sinking. I still want him, I can’t walk away, The pull won’t fade, it stays every day.
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