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mundanegalaxies:

Tell me how it feels to love someone more than yourself,
Tell me about all the ribs you broke to make room for her cynicism and doubt.
You let her drown you in uncertainty and smoke;
Puncturing your lungs everytime you told her “I love you”.
She always said “I’m sorry.”
She was always sorry.
You watched her choke down your compliments like cough syrup,