I wish I could click my shoes three times and take back every "I love you" I ever wasted on you.
I understand now why you drifted away in the sea...
I don't miss the sunsets like I used to.
It's better this way.
Better like diamonds are to pearls.
Better like kisses are to hugs.
Better --
like everything you never thought I could be.
This is not anger. This is stifled beauty unfolding.
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