Just let go

It's not an obsession. We had a thing, and you made me believe it was magical, perfect. You and me, us, what was that? What did it mean to you? When you made me wait, I staid, you made me change my life, made me stand there up, but you also told me to go, then I though you didn't mean it at all. The time I was broken, you came over again into my life and held me back, put your breath on my neck, and what I did was to let you in one more time, just because I was vulnerable, hurt. You saw in me a fool face, and I, blindly, just smiled. But you, with that cynical expression, said you loved me, you needed me, that you missed me, and kissed me just to take my pain away long or short time, and in the end, let go.
m.l
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