The Old You
I miss you—
The old you.
The one who cared.
Who loved me,
Even when I was hard to love.
If you ever come back,
If you ever want to try agsin,
I could never get too close.
Things could never be the same—
Not like before.
There’s too much hurt,
Too much pain.
I don’t hate you,
I hate what you did—
Ghosting me,
Blocking me,
Acting like you never cared.
Still, if you ever needed me,
I’d be there.
Because once,
You were my everything.
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