i remember

twelve months ago

how you said behind my back

i don't understand love

i remember i'd never felt

more anger towards you

than i did on that day

ever since, things have been a wreck

i would try and try

to push you away

but you didn't get the message

it wasn't until recently

when you kept things from me

like your own sick and twisted

version of love

that you finally, finally

got the message

and we stopped talking

i hope you realize you can't be happy

when love to you is a matter

of "can't say no"

and "why not"

you've never felt an attachment

so strong

to anyone

so who are you to say

that you understand love?

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This is a part 2 of a poem I wrote last year. That poem is unpublished as of now, but maybe one day I'll put it back up.