I promised to love you right and I didn’t. The moments we still haven’t shared went after you the moment you closed the door.

The kisses left without any apparent reason, those you used to make me a better person.  

The hugs, your hugs, those you used to comfort me instantly… they left.

Your looks left as they suggested me to keep my big mouth shut before I screwed up again.

Your caresses left, but those that had nothing to do with my skin hurt the most.

And it’s because I loved you wrong and my promises left the moment you shut the door behind you.

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