Wed, 08/31/2016 - 19:20 -- deb209

When you're here it's never for long enough.

I always forget the little things

Like how amazing you are, how much you mean to me, and how you make me feel

But also,

How you're always late.


When you're here you always dissapoint me

It's never what I expect

You arrived at my doorstep and it was the best thing

I've ever felt.

Even though you were two hours late.


When you said you were coming

And never showed up,

It broke a little piece of me

It made you leaving just a little easier


I feel horrible for saying that


But it did. 

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