Lessons I should’ve learned two years ago
I hate that seeing your face makes my stomach sink,
And that I let you define the way I loved.
I hate the way you left me there to doubt and hate myself,
For all of your shortcomings.
It was never my fault.
It was never that I wasn't enough for you,
It was that I was too much.
Too good.
Too sweet.
And now I'm too strong
To get washed away by your languid lilting lyrics.
It's time for you to go.
You're a song that's stuck in my head, and the notch in my bed frame I'm just trying to forget.
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