You said

You said a lot of things

 

To keep me

To hurt me

To make me love you

To make me hate you

To make me pity you

 

I lost who I was, trying to piece you together. Whole.

 

Moving on doesnt mean I've forgotten

It doesnt erase what we had

 

One day It will hurt less when I remember

 

But Yes, I am happier an dironically, that kind of makes me sad

This poem is about: 
Me

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