You came, you saw, you conquered.
Ripped my flesh off to reveal my internals.
Walked out wordless;
left me to wonder...
What just happened?
Your memory is a stale reminder of how I will never find another
just quite you.
We were two halves of a broken heart,
but our torn and serrated edges willed us not to connect.
When you left, it
was tough.
Is tough.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
You came, you saw, you conquered.
Ripped my flesh off to reveal my internals.
Walked out wordless;
left me to wonder...
What just happened?
Your memory is a stale reminder of how I will never find another
just quite you.
We were two halves of a broken heart,
but our torn and serrated edges willed us not to connect.
When you left, it
was tough.
Is tough.
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