Three years ago in August

If there was one time

I wish I could go back to

It would be

When I first met you

I would be a little more careful

To not make you feel any doubt

I would let you in

So you would know what I was really about

I would be myself

And wouldn’t act so cool

And hopefully you would see

So you could still appreciate me

Now

And love me now

Like you used to

If there is one thing I want more than anything in the world

It’s to relive that time again

Cause the fact that you don’t love anymore

And can live your life without me and be perfectly okay

While I could never feel that way

you discarded me

like what we had meant nothing to you at all

You never write

You never call

If you could know how I feel

You would know it’s real

Cause I’m heartbroken

And sad

I would do anything to go back

To 3 years ago

To the beginning

I would do anything to have your love again.

It doesn’t get easier

It only

Gets older

And colder

The more time passes by

I would have gone to the ends of the earth for you

Yet you have so quickly forgotten me

Maybe when I’m finally gone

You’ll think of me and miss my love

Knowing then

Only When

It becomes something you will never be able to get back

My days are numbered.

My heart is so broke down

And sad

I’ll never be the same again


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