It's only us, you can't replace me.
You said to me and tear
I would never
I thought it was clear
Yet girl next to you is so nice
always on your call
she has the same name
What a coincidence that you replaced me first.
I guess it's just fair.

I hugged you in a dream last night.
It felt too real for something that will never happen.
What a flex
is to miss something you never had
because for me you were like
Wide green fields
and
old streets of Italy
something so familiar
it almost hurts.

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I would love to write you a letter.
But I don't know you
And I don't know love
And probably I will never know
So I write love stories about broken people
I write about a prima ballerina boy who can no longer dance
I write about the spirit boy that wants to cook for everyone he loves, but no one loves him.
I write about a couple that is so powerful on the outside, but on the inside, they just learn how to care for more than just themselves. There is also a girl who all in love with the shadow from under her bed and I never decided if it's true or if she is just on the edge of her sanity.
And the only person that knows about them is no longer in my life. And it's better this way. Yet sometimes I wonder What would happen if we didn't split. So I will still write love stories about sad people until I find somebody that will make me feel like someone worth loving.