he couldn't stand to look at the color purple anymore.
it reminded him too much of her.
he was in love,
or, pardon,
he was in "like".
if he really did love her,
he would have not
seen another girl,
who loved purple just as much,
and told her how beautiful she was.
if he really did love her,
he wouldn't have went
and held the other girl's hand,
knowing just as well that it was wrong.
the color purple made him
think about both of the girls,
and how he didn't break one heart,
he broke two,
that's if he's not counting his own.
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HEARTBREAK AVENUE, poetry.
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