You told me you loved me
Did you tell her the same things
That night you fucked her
When you spent the night on her “couch”?
Did you tell her she looked beautiful
When her naked body was in your bed?
Did you tell her that she was perfect without makeup
Because her faint freckles were better
Than any winged eyeliner?
Did you tell her the same thing you told me
When you thought you got her pregnant?
Or did you tell her she should keep it?
Did you tell her you loved waking up next to her
And that you could do it for the rest of your life?
Did you tell her the same things you told me
Every time she was in your arms instead of me?
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Kaitlyn Ford
A young Canadian girl with a lot to say. I want my voice to be heard.
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