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I feel like I’m lying to myself,

I feel like I’m trying to be

something that I’m not anymore,

and I hate the feeling

of these feelings in my chest.

 

I hate just how easy it was

to fall back into these ruts,

into the easiness of his earnestness,

into the comfort of his presence.

 

I hate how wonderful it feels

to just be talking to him,

for things to be simple and sweet

just like it used to be.

 

i hate how easily he’s knocked down

my feeble attempts of keeping him out,

I hate just how easy it is for him

to make me love him

all over again,

just like

nothing

ever

happened.

The End

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