He didn’t want me,
because someone else broke me,
and I was still clawing back,
the glamour,
of who I used to wake up as,
before she was lost.
I let myself trip into tasting,
a little something like love,
and now my knees are grazed,
and my heart is mad at me,
and I don’t blame her.
He didn’t want me.
I don’t want me either.
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