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Someday I’m going to meet somebody.
And they’ll act like you.
They’ll love me like you did.
Tell me I’m beautiful like you did.
Make me feel special like you did.
Give me happiness just like you.
Fuck me like you did.
Only they’ll be better than you. And it won’t all be lies.
And on that day, I won’t remember you.
No. When that day comes, I’ll have forgotten you existed.
And I hope it kills you inside. Realising what you lost.
When you see me happier than ever with my soulmate, I hope it makes you want to stop breathing.
Just like I almost did for you.
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Rebecca Ann Bentley
Filmmaker & writer. Sharing past and present poetry and stories about mental health, love and my life.
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