Sunday, May 24, 2009

Broken

It hurt to see that last night. After we held hands. After we followed each other around. After we stuck together. When I saw your lips touch hers that tore me apart. Please don't do that again, in front of my face. That ripped through me like a sharp blade. I wanted the butterflies like from the beginning of the night. I want the cuteness. I want sobriety.

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