I used to
I used to watch the sun set
Asking myself when will love dawn on me
I used to ask myself
Will I find myself worthy of someone to be
I used to stare at myself
Asking my flaws to leave me
So I could be the perfect one for someone
I used to write poems
To a girl I never met
I used to dream of comfort
Holding the arms of another
I used to make notes of songs
To listen with my significant other
I’ve used all of hope on
Wishing I could find the one for me
I’m used to
Being used to,
Not being used to.

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