“It’s not you it’s me”

Everyone that finishes with me tells me how amazing and wonderful I am…

even though I’m sham.

That I’m the best they’ve ever had…

that I should be glad.

That I deserve everything that I desire…

falls from the thin lips of a liar.

Even when I try …

the only thing I ever believe is “goodbye”

I laugh it off as I hop into the pool…

And toss over my shoulder “that’s cool”

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