She is a book I am still hooked on, 
A book I never got to finish, 
Leftover pages torn on. 

Months have passed but I still remember her face,
Her smile, her lips, her mouth and the poisoned words that made me insane. 

Any minute with her and I couldn't complain,
Now our time is out and I am left in vain. 

The pain I caused her, the guilt of it still pours over me like heavy rain. 

Time has passed, so has people around me, but her un-read pages still haunt me to this date. 

What could I have? What I couldn't do? 
Those are the only questions now that remain at the thought of her image. 

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Yes this is the very same ex from the previous poem.

Yes I am just THAT pathetic.

✨Spoiler alert✨
The next quote will be about her aswell