I've never broke the way you broke me.
Or did I break me? Was it you?
How can it be?
Time passes. Waves like hair curl downward.
Spiraling like yours used to.
I miss your smell. Like musty old furniture
with a taste of coffee grounds.
I know you put a band on.
And that's fine, and although I don't care for it,
I sing, trying to smile. It's been years.
You stole half my heart. And the other half I've found.
And I'm happy... you weren't my first kiss.
But my hair brushes the back of my neck
And my heart can't help your hand
Still there. Still a memory.
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