i don’t want him back

I don’t want him back,

but I miss the way held me when I cried.

I don’t want him back,

but I miss the times we’d laugh for hours.

I don’t want him back,

but I miss the way he kissed my cheeks.

I don’t want him back, 

but I miss the way he’d whisper “I love you” in my ear.

I don’t want him back,

but now he’s holding her while she cries.

I don’t want him back,

but now he’s laughing with her for hours.

I don’t want him back, 

but now he’s kissing her cheeks.

I don’t want him back, 

but now he’s whispering “I love you” in her ear.

I don’t know if this is all because

I never got over him,

or if it’s just the reoccurring pain

that seers through my chest

every time I see he’s moved on

and I haven’t.

I don’t know what it is.

Maybe I do want him back.

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