Have To Go

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Because your bed is a confession box..
And..
I haven’t stopped sinning..
And..
You make me forget what to do with my hands..
Because..
There are times we are meant to burn..
And..
How was not one of them..
Because..
I have loved you..
Until..
I have forgotten how to be whole..
Because this poem ain’t about love but an apology..
Because i saw how you looked at him..
And..
I will miss your cherry lips and leaving..

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