i find myself

forced to writes tales of 

love and forgiveness,

forced to reminisce 

on my absolute worst moments,

forced to think about

all those words you never said,

and forced to realize

what you could have done instead. 

I waited and waited

for such moments to come true,

yet now I can only wonder

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why the fuck i ever trusted you.