it's really weird actually.
i don't think about you unless i see
something that reminds me of you.
you're never really on my mind
unless someone asks what happened,
why i don't talk about you anymore.
i know that i'm over it,
but maybe i'm finally over you too.
just a thought i guess.
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poems of a failed situationship
Poetryat the end of the day, whatever this was, wasn't meant to last
