Your Song

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Your Song is The One before The One.
It's over, long before it was over.
It's clinging on to what we thought was good
It was safety, and home, and comfort.
It was sadness and loneliness

Your Song was everybody else's favourite song, but our own personal fight song.
It was love in the form of screaming fights
Arguments fueled by a thousand pints.
It's ignored calls, slammed doors, and texts to other girls.

It's you cheat
I cheat.
Both of us too weak.

It's "Surely there were good times too?"
and "Absolutely but far too few!"

It's loved the person, hated the couple.

Your Song is five years that should have been three.