When you see my face,
I honestly hope it gives you hell.
I have to let you go.
Everytime I see your name my heart,
It skips a beat.
I need to let you go.
I want to move on.
You were never the one.
To you,
I was an option.
I was an easy target.
I was nothing.
To me,
You were the greatest possibility I could have ever imagined.
All I did was imagine.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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