before the existence of the two of you
you were fine with your cherry plump cheeks and the way your voice wrasped
you could count your cares on one hand and
stand
without thoughts of his lip kisses and smirks
erasing the memory's from the albums doesn't work to
do the mending of broken heart
art is what you want to make now but not kind like before
spiteful and screaming paint splattered poetry
you don't even really know anything but his name
he laughs in pictures with pretty girls
with angled eyes and you despise his wiseness now
because it makes you sad you've lost it
but he never belonged to you
he was a vessel empty of the entity that wanted you once
be careful not to cry too much
your irises envy the tearlessness of angle eyed girls
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