I like to replay you like a song. Over and over I'll go back and change what I said or what you did and wonder if we'd be engaged by now. I'll wonder if you've changed much sense. If you ever kept those pajama pants, the letters, the memories? Did you pack them all away and pretend it was fine just like you liked to? Do you still play hide and seek with what hurts hoping it will never catch you hiding? You made it so easy to love your flaws. To let you overwhelm me, drown me, wrap me up in lies then smother me in whatever truth was left. I repeat you like a favorite classic. Over and over until I'm dizzy and sick with memory feverishly trying to grasp at the past as always. But it never really works out, because you see you're just a song on repeat that I can't get you out of my head. It's as simple as that.
Chantell,
xoxo
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