Summer Love

He was my summer love the year of twenty twelve

He was my everything for him I'd do anything

he was what I needed and maybe if I pleeded,

I'd get another chance or at least a last dance.

I thought that what we had was real the things that we would feel,

Now I have no other choice but to fucking heal.

Instead of pain I hope it's experience I gain.

You  played with the pieces of my heart like they were dominoes,

I can't believe you had all these other hoes.

You think it's stupid that I pleed,

but this boy turned into a need

yes indeed he was my one and only

some would even say holy.

Even after everything for him I'd do do anything,

just please don't bring back memories of how things used to be

how he said he loved me.

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