fuck.

it's the littlest things
that make me think of you,
and then suddenly i am
back in my kitchen at 2 am
drunk on love and red wine. 
and you were right about it,
i do deserve better
than someone who says
that they want to know me
and then says nevermind,
like im something to be
discarded when its inconvienent.
fuck you, 
and fuck your feelings. 

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