Realisation
I couldn't go out to the pub with my friends
Because she was there. Her and her boyfriend and
Her new best friend. And it's just hit me;
This isn't love.
I'm no expert on what love is, but there's
No way it's sitting miserably at home whilst
Your sweetheart is out having fun with
Other people and therefore
Preventing you from being there.
Maybe now that's sorted out, I can
Finally forget about her, slowly
But surely. How hard
Can it be? She's just some
Girl from the past,
After all.
Yet whilst I'm writing this,
I'm wearing her old jacket.
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