Today I found you,
Between the pages of a favorite book.
Today I saw you,
Peering up from between the lines.
Today it hurt me,
To remember how I wanted to fix you
Because
Yesterday you fell to pieces,
And I spent my past picking them up.
Yesterday I used pieces of myself,
To put you back together.
Yesterday I believed you,
I trusted the earnest compliments.
You lied.
And today when I found you,
Between the pages of a favorite book.
Today when I saw you,
Peering up from between the lines.
You're face looked so earnest,
And I closed the book.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Today I found you,
Between the pages of a favorite book.
Today I saw you,
Peering up from between the lines.
Today it hurt me,
To remember how I wanted to fix you
Because
Yesterday you fell to pieces,
And I spent my past picking them up.
Yesterday I used pieces of myself,
To put you back together.
Yesterday I believed you,
I trusted the earnest compliments.
You lied.
And today when I found you,
Between the pages of a favorite book.
Today when I saw you,
Peering up from between the lines.
You're face looked so earnest,
And I closed the book.
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