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That Day

 That day

I put on a red lipstick cause you asked me to
only for you to wipe it off in a hurry.
I took a hundred amazing pictures of you
only for you to take one blur shot of me.
I spent the morning getting ready for you
only to hear how I need to learn to be pretty
I took the sweetest selfies with you
only to forever hide it in my gallery.
That day
I surprised you with a pair of sunglasses
only for you to be mad about how I didn't get a box for it.
I paid for our lunch
only for you to never ask what I wanted to eat.
I got on a crowded bus with you
only for you to jump into the only empty seat.
I took three buses to get to you
only for you to run saying there were friends you had to meet.

That day
I came to you straight from a week long trip
Only for you to say I smelled like shit.
I waited all day to get a reply from you
only for you to yell for God knows what I did.
I made you a video montage on your birthday
only for you to say you'll be busy and wish me in advance on mine before a week
I wanted to hold your hand the last time before I left for another land again
Only for you to leave me alone on the street.
That day
I had to prove to you my loyalty
only for you to post on being single and free
I kept loving you for being you
only for you to make me apologize for being me.
That day
I should have known better
Because all of those sentences began with "I" and not we.

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