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To the Girl who will love him next,
There's a few things I would like to say.
Say I love you in your every morning text,
And his birthday is in May.

It may seem strange me writing this letter,
I understand completely.
However, I want you to know him better,
So he'll never leave you like he left me.
There was a bunch of things wrong with me and I won't make excuses on why,
I want him to want to exist, just to be.
I know I screwed up and I let him fly by, 
But I want him to be happy with someone, even if that someone ain't me.

To the Girl who will love him next,
I thank you for not letting him pass.
For waking him up with kisses and annoying him with too many "I love you" texts,
For not being his first but his last.

©Marie McNeill