The Bibliography of Strings

And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn’t.

And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren’t mine to begin with. And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I’d stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn’t die.
pleasefindthis, I Wrote This for You, 2011

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