It Has Only Ever Been YouMature

My mind changes

Love, hate

I want you

You don’t want me

- Hurt -

No air, fighting to breathe, kicked in the stomach

- Winded -

My mind is set; like ice cold stone


I don’t want you

You’re indifferent, looking for a thrill

Not me

Not anymore

Not ever.

The End

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