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And tonight it hit me how much I never did love you.
How much I was drawn to the fact that you’re
imperfections were familiar ones of the past.
I was infatuated with the thrill that came along with you.
Late nights, drunken fights, none which were out of love.
I wondered why it took me so long to realize how much
I didn’t love you, how much I didn’t even know you.
How is it that I could have even thought I loved you
when I knew nothing about you?
You aren’t love, you are the devil & he’s deceitful ways
made me so oblivious to the red man I lie down
with every night. You were no form of love but hate,
and I have let go of both and now you are nothing.
As you were before & will always be,
you’re absolutely nothing.
Nothing to be happy about, nothing to be sad about
or any painful in between. You are a wasted thought
consumed by an eager heart, but most of all,
you still remain nothing even to the days to come.
The only something you will become is dead,
and to me you are already.