I heard you’ve been trying to find me in other people. I was a little surprised when a short girl, who wears her hair the way I do, is my shade of brown showed up on my door step crying. In between sobs, she asked why her man tastes like me. And because I like to fix broken things I told her some things don’t go away like the acid of loving broken girls. “Its just the after taste of 6 years of broken promises” I said. But God she cried. She cried. So I kissed her. She woke up in my bed this morning. She says “ you don’t taste like him” I was sad to know that all this pain is just on you. I was kinda hoping I broke you too.