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You Don't Love Me Now

She was not only unneeded but unwanted,
Two different things entirely.
To be unneeded is when you are not of any use,
But to be unwanted, it is near synonymous

To being unloved.

Written on crisp pages
In form elegant and neat
A note for him, a note bittersweet

I'll be there, right when you come callin
But honey, all I’m doin' is fallin
You don't need me now.

On broken torn pages
In script dotted with tears
She wrote to him

It’s like you’re slipping away
You don’t want to call my name
I guess us two, we’ll never be the same..

You don’t want me, no-

You. Don’t. Love. Me. Now.
Poem by Dream