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you think it’s over,

you say they’re just a friend-

that they should move on,

it’s not like that for you.

until you’re a shredded page,

at home obsessing,

over-thinking and stressing over

how to change it. how did you miss it.

sitting on the floor,

trying to piece back the letters,

tape together the pages.

now you’re calling that friend.

your biggest regret- effect of letting them go.

you’re claiming feelings,

where you took advantage,

where you claimed were none.

you think it’s over.

good, they moved on.

only to uncover, you were holding on too,

to the love

you acted like you never had.

you think it’s over,

but there’s no getting over that.


-Allison Ryder