This will be the last poem
I write about you.
In this poem I will leave,
Your arms, wrapped around me.
I'll tell myself,
They were cold anyway.
I will leave, your smile.
And I'll tell myself,
That it was okay at best.
I will leave, all of our time.
I'll tell myself,
It was time wasted.
I will leave, every text and call.
And I'll tell myself,
That they were all worthless.
I will leave, every picture and note,
That I have burned in my memory.
I will leave your number,
For your next girl.
And I'll tell myself,
That no one says it better than Sally.
'I think its not to be'
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