"I love you", I said.
"You said that already", he replied.
In this instance I think I loved you a little bit less.
Like a broken sink with an eternal drip,
My love rang empty when I called out your name.
Like a broken sink with an eternal drip,
I would sleep with the echo in my head of what could have been.
This morning I fixed my broken heart,
And with it all went
My past love for a memory.