You.


You.

You haunt my dreams,

Kill my pride;

I couldn’t tell that you

Lied.

“I love you ”

You didn’t love me,

You used me

And now I sit

Every morning adding

A little more milk

To my coffee

So that the colour

Doesn’t remind me

Of your rich brown

Eyes.

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