There are no love songs for our heartache.
For our mistake.
For our wasted time.
Because I was angry after you left,
After I made you wait,
After I couldn't make up my mind.
Regret and confusion,
Interest, protrusion.
Blame was placed, on you, on me,
I still feel guilty.
For yelling.
For avoiding.
Because I was angry after you left,
After I was alone,
After I realized I'd miss you.
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