i keep looking for you in other people
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as if you didn't show up 5 minutes in
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as if your date didn't show up 25 minutes after you did
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and i keep wondering what is it of me that disgusted you
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and realized that maybe im disgusted with me too
they ask, what does one do with a broken heart?
but broken means there's pieces to work with, but mine is
hollow. as if you could feel the wind that blows past that open chest
couldn't you be so kind as to leave a piece for me to save?
you sing a song with the melody of an apology
and yet i dont know what threw you off
why can't i be your type? why did i disgust you? what did i do wrong?
im
sorry.
so i keep looking for you in other people
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your smile, your lips, the tan of your skin
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down to the dimming stars in your eyes
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and none of them are just right
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*and i hope whoever it is, whoever it may be, can bring back the light that you lost
YOU ARE READING
Ballads Of A Songbird
PoetryA collection of poems, written by a girl who longs for the love of someone who does not like her back (this is shitty poetry!! absolutely not beta-read, so constructive criticism and or pointing out my fuck ups are appreciated)
