And here I am.
Not allowed to talk to you
while she calls you 60 times a day
here I sit wondering whatever i did
why I had to endure a month of silence
while you talk to her
afraid, what she might do next.
I walk at night wondering
why I cant pick up the pen
to cross you out of my last will
why I havent thrown out
all our memories, pictures and gifts.
Why do I hold on to you
when you don't want me
even after all we've been through?
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