Disclaimer: Still no.

Author's Note: Gahh. Why does it take so long to write poems? O rather, ones that make a little bit of sense?

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II.

You left me.

On a bench.

Is that what you usually do

With your friends?

Talk about smooth.

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You left me.

Here, all alone.

Even after I told you.

After you've always known.

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You left me.

How could you?

You left me.

On a fucking. Bench.

In the cold.

In the dark.

Alone.

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You left me

Long, long ago.

Before all of this.

You left me

Years ago.

When we were kids.

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You left me.

I rememeber

That day

We played

In the sandbox

I reached for you

And said

"Marry me?"

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You left me

When you looked back

And said to me:

"No."

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You left me.

On a bench.

Alone.

In the dark.

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So I want you

To know

That I'm gone.

I'm leaving.

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When you come back

You'll know.

I'm gone.

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Like you left me

On a bench.

In the park.

Alone.