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.
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