I fell in love with you in a hurry,
like you were going somewhere fast which you did.
You came and went like an earthquake,
like some sort of eclipse.
I’ve spent hours, days, months, years missing you.
But then something strange happened,
and now I can’t remember why I ever
loved you at all.
You didn’t deserve it.
I should have loved me more.
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