Dissatisfaction
You despise me,
yet I
desire you.
It's comical,
they say,
the way we
banter.
We smiled then.
I don't smile
now.
You left me behind
for bigger things;
bigger people
who say bigger words
than I ever will.
I don't think you've told
them all
that we were friends.
I miss your laughter.
I miss your smile.
I miss the way
you would laugh and smile
while telling me goodbye.
This poem is about:
Me
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