I imagine you read what I wrote.
I imagine you do
And I know that you donβt.
You donβt care to know my mind,
You walked away and left me behind.
In reality itβs me thatβs ahead,
Itβs irrelevant now
But my ego just fled.
If I knew that you read what I write,
I would tell you with no delight:
You hurt me
Please come back
And never desert me
Please be good
And respect me
Take care
And reassert me
Understand me, please
Accept me
Make it better with a kiss
Tell me Iβm the one you miss
Please come back a different man,
Give me the things you didnβt back thenβ¦
And since all of this is not you,
I will never speak to you again.

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