He'd wake up on one side of a bed that felt too empty
Then walk to the bathroom to brush his teeth with the blue toothbrush
Afterwards he'd sit and read his morning paper in complete utter silence
Then water one half of his garden and watch the other half die
He lived in a house made for two, slept in a bed for two
And watered a garden of two,
he missed how complete everything used to feel and hated how missing it feels now
Because unfortunately now, he no longer makes tea for two
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
