I've never been good at Goodbyes.

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The heart on my sleeve is

caught in your passenger door,

soaked from the rain

and hanging by a thread.

Yet it only breaks when

I say “I love you,”

knowing you’ll say it back,

and leave me with radio static.

i’ve never been good at goodbyes.

I guess I'll keep it short,

so you don’t have to drive in the rain.