for me, it's not the
shared songs or the
memories built woven
cherished and broken
for me, its not ur face
lucious lips or wavy hairs
for me, its not my love
or your so called love
for me, its the
mickey mouse you sent,
with its middle finger
raised towards me
asking me to eff off.
at that moment, u lost
all your value, at once.
i wish i had any
good left of us .
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