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Move On

I get a text from a number not in my phone.
I recognize it, it’s from an old memory.
I read it and see everything in the silent tone.
I know what you are trying to do in seconds.

I try to say sorry, to fix the mistakes I made.
You don’t realize it and keep going on.
I don’t want to listen to it, but a debt needs paid.
In the end, it’s obvious we can’t be friends.

You tried to start something, so many times.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to be out.
Now all I’m left with is imperfect and my rhymes.
I’m trying to start my life again, but you want in.

I try to keep you out, but you insist on being there.
I try to deal, but you’re an ever-present rain cloud.
I hate the rain, and you’re just an old flare.
I’m down on my knees, begging for you to leave.

I’ve tried to be nice, but you refused to listen.
I was mean in return, and you were bitter.
I feel nothing for you, my eyes don’t glisten.
I hope tonight was the night you finally gave up.





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