I walk around with your words echoing in my mind,

I walk around with our unfinished story

reverberating in my head.


You are more broken

than I could have thought –

your scars fill pages of my diary,

words upon words

I poured out through my tears.


I wrote you a letter

and spilled my hateful heart

all over its pages –

and I forgive you now.


In my head, I’ve already written our end –

happier than you ever could have been.

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