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my old poems
I read through my old poems
And my heartbreak is just words
I can’t even remember what I felt for you
Or why i was so desperate to hold on to something that didn’t even exist
I spent years pining
Overanalyzing your every movement
Thinking that maybe next time you’d say something.
You never did, yet i still held on to hope.
Until you gave me the light of day
And i realized in that moment
That you never wanted me
And I didn’t know why i wanted you.
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Brooke Zerbs
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