Do you compare notes?
Do you accuse me of negligence?
Do you pity me?
Or do you seek vengeance?
Some of you were discarded,
Out of callousness I confess.
Others willfully destroyed
To keep my self from becoming a mess.
But some of you slipped away when I wasn't looking.
You, I didn't mean to lose.
I needed you but you left,
Each time it was a new bruise.
Dear memories, bitter and sweet,
False and true, happy and morose.
I do feel the emptiness when you leave
When you walk away silently or slam the door close.
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