I still use the mug
That she got me for
My birthday last year.
I know that I
Probably shouldn’t,
But I do anyways.
I probably shouldn’t
Still wear the watch
That she got me either,
Or use the toothbrush
That she left here,
But I just haven’t got
Around to throwing
These things out.
Well, that, and I
Might still love her
And want her back
And secretly hope that
If I keep her things
She may one day
Come back for them
And then want to
Have me back, too.
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Published by lou rasmus
Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life ā or lack thereof ā while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories.
His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.
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I love this
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thank you
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Welcome my friend
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I feel this! Love is the best and the worst sometimes. I really think that the good outweighs the bad. Would it be the same if she came back for the things she realizes she wants? Nice poem!:)
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yea who knows, it is the light and the dark and all the in between shit too. thanks for reading
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Anything is possible lol
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