I think you still think I love you.
Still hold back feminine sighs of longing when you enter a room.
I do not.
I left that girl amongst the sage and Joshua trees.
And there was another me between her and here.
That girl was left alongside a Maine highway.
No, the girl who feigned and signed over you is long gone.
What’s left is me.
Tough exterior
Tougher interior
With thorns wrapped around my knuckles.
I welcome new friends in
But never let my heart leap
The way it did with you
You are still my best friend.
Still the person I discuss everything with
But I don’t need you the way I used to.
So I’m sorry to disappoint but
I don’t love you that way anymore.
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