When i see you,
my stomach is still going to tie itself into a knot
and my eyes are going to search around the streets for something less pain to rest upon.
Being near you is still going to be hard
and forgiving you is going to be even harder.
You're probably not used to being turned down,
but i don't see how saying sorry,
is going to excuse the fact that you completely destroyed,
what i thought was hope.
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