Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Catharsis via Internet Publishing

I don't like the person that you are.
I never did.
You constantly asked me if I liked you.
I'd always dodge the question with an 'I love you.'
That was true.

But you felt that I was unhappy with you.
Why else would you ask all the time?
Yet you changed nothing.
Did nothing.

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