Wednesday, 11 April 2012



Breathe out.
Then next time I breathe in
You'll be gone.
Forever hopefully.

I'll stop checking your facebook
and your blogger
and you twitter
and I'll stop thinking about what went wrong.

What I did wrong.

I'm still holding my breathe
Hoping to prolong the moment
I let you go.

I don't want to let you go.

I'll forget the spark
The attraction

And I'll remember the fact your an arse.

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