It's easy to hate someone when you
believe that they've changed;
I loathed the blood orange
and burnt brown colors your leaves
turned,
because your shade of green
was the beautiful healthy exact shade
as the four walls that surround my heart.
Your deathly drained veins
flew away from me for what I used to call
forever.
No one told me
spring would come again...
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Just may be loving him again now that he apologized. And it's terrible. I shouldn't. But I can't help it.
