If you ever came back to tell me you're sorry, and that you want me back, i'm not sure i'd bother believing you. If you ever ask me to marry you, don't bother thinking i'll let you off easily. If you're ever far away, wishing you'd have married me, and had my children, just know that i sometimes wish we did. But there's too much water under our bridge now. I just didn't want to tell you how i couldn't trust you anymore. There was no easy way.
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adding to your poem


feeling unworlthy
with feelings and many doubts
where the shadow is crossing
the path on the wall
as where the future of the unknown
tends to lie ahead
with the crossroads of the unknown tracks
seem to beat my heart down to where
i know no matter what
i have to live one day at a time