Best of the Worst

It's blank, filled with nothing but the lyrics

of a song that remind me of us.

I can't help but feel my eyes start to tear,

filling the pools of mediocre relationships.

Thinking that you were my soulmate, but really

thinking of all of the people I've dated, you

were just the best of the worst.

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