The Last Time

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I used to hope I was still the one

now I leave your name on the tip of my tongue

see, the whiskey has my mouth sore enough

and had me forgetting that a fuck aint love

and for a moment I stopped judging my men by their signs

and for a moment I forgot that you were no longer mine

and I can’t lie, I almost cried

when you reached out to remind me, this time

was the last time.

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Published by Ryon Maverick

Born in Doncaster, I’m a gay writer with a passion for exploring life, love, and everything in between. I share personal stories and reflections on the highs and lows of love in all its forms. I'm also the published author of The Life And Death Of Love, a poetry collection that dives deep into the raw beauty and heartbreak of human connection.

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