It's ok to get caught
It's not ok to drown
I don't like you
with your eyes of cloudy skies
and hair of hay just snowed on.
I don't like you
with your voice, laced with acid
and your words, casually sharpened knives.
I don't like you
even for the sake of times past
even for the sake of all the hugs.
I don't like you
and yet, I liked liking you
I think that is what hurts the most.
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