Yet another day

Yet another day where I miss you
I’m not suppose to
I’m supposed to hate you
it takes too much effort
to hate what you once cared so much about
I don’t like us like this
If I could make a wish
it’d be that we’d be fix
we wouldn’t be in shambles
I wouldn’t feel like sh*t.
Our love would be complete
not just another chapter
of a magazine’s article
That no one remembers after.

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