To be honest
I (not so) secretly wish that you're only doing this to make me get over you.
That maybe there's something
I could possibly do
That could put you back in my arms.
There always was before.
I figured it out then.
Maybe I could do it again.
Fix my mistakes.
End my fuck ups.
To look into the eyes of the woman I love
And have her look into mine
And have something be mutual.
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