Even though my friends know you messed me up, I still talk about you like you make the sun come up.
I don't understand why something that ended in a trainwreck is something I would miss.
But I miss it.
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Brain
PoetryA glimpse of what happens in my head. It is a bilingual (spanish/english) book; some poems will be in english, others in spanish.
Trainwreck
Even though my friends know you messed me up, I still talk about you like you make the sun come up.
I don't understand why something that ended in a trainwreck is something I would miss.
But I miss it.