He taste like you, only sweeter.

His touch is familiar,
but the shape is wrong,
like trying to fill a space
that’s already been hollowed out.

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I wish i didnt see him every time you spoke.

you act like him.

you talk like him.

you text like him.

i keep finding people who are just like you.

i dont mean to.

i still wear your jacket.

still have your stuffed animals.

your letter.

the box.

i want you gone.

i hate valentines day.

i hate the way you told me you wouldnt talk to me all day because i was too scared to call you.

he reminds me of you, but instead of horrible. hes sweeter. 

the night you left it didnt click until a week later when i realized i had no one to talk to.

i was never what you wanted anyways.