Hit me sweet,
the train tracks
and the flashbacks.
I lost the real me.
All this pain is out of context.
You were my reflex,
My defense to the world.
You were the shoulder that I leaned on
until I broke your arms
and you broke my heart.
Seven smiles,
covered in relapse.
Memories on tact.
Shout in the mirror.
Throwing fits
off of the stairwell
You were my velvet.
My defense to the world.
You were the hands I would come home to,
until you broke your wrists
and you broke my heart.
You were the ankle I held onto
until your eyes went by
and you wandered away
I would come home to,
until you broke your wrists
and you broke my heart.
You were the apple I held onto
until your eyes went by
and you wandered away.
Wandered away.
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