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I refuse to write another poem about him

But I don’t listen to myself

So here I go again.

I feel betrayed

I feel enslaved by his love

I feel locked in his cage

Part of his plan

I feel connected by soul

Part of this man

Fingers that match

Lives unattached because he could not do what was right

I feel somewhat alone

Not knowing where to go

He was somewhat of a guide

Lying and Lying and Lying again

I think to myself… could I even ever be his friend?

I think who do I run to when I need to talk

Then there’s always these guys

Number one, and number two, and sometimes number three

And for some strange reason they all claim to love me

But I don’t want their love

I want to be free

But my mind is always running on you

I always try to remember the pain

But no one has your touch

I need that touch so much

Why is it that when I’m always doing okay

Do you choose to call and mess up my head

Why can I never forget anything that you’ve said

I remember good, I remember the bad

I remember what we had

I remember what we could’ve been

I remember crying, nights of trial, I remember you

I remember memories

No matter how I convince myself you are no good

I don’t believe myself

Damn! Mental help

Bad advice from friends

New people trying to talk to me

But your memory always walks with me

I knew Our love was real

I felt comfort for a short while

I felt a need to stay with you

I am so confused….. Again

I like this new one

I like him a lot

But…..

Well………

He’s not you……

I am still under your spell

I know what is wrong and I know what is right

And my heart is half of your’s

I don’t want to start over

I wanted you to change

But still the same you remain.