and letters I wrote,
Me telling you off in scribbled notes.
Poems-a-plenty,
angry and mean....
I thought you were empty
and I was unseen.
I'm finding the clues
and remember your words.
It's all what what you'd choose
and what's now occured.
The loss that you brought,
the loss that I've known.
I bitched and I fought,
And through it we'd grown.
Now that you've left,
in such a horrible way,
This pain in my chest
has nothing to say.
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