Confession: I don’t love you.
Rather, I never did.
I just pretended
But felt compelled to let you know what it really is.
Because it isn’t that I don’t think about you and reminisce
on past rembrances in bliss
Like those old technicolor Black & white movies during Christmas
Snowfake after snowflake falls
outside my window
wish that you would
leave my life
and vanish from my vision
Your presence is my prison
Two words to describe you: Cold and frigid
And I hate you for it…

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