I feel like i'm losing grip,
This mess i'm in is what i asked for.
I'm standing here broken, i asked for this.
I want you gone, but still i want more.
I want you to hate yourself for this.
I want her to hate you for this.
But i admit i still want you here.
I'll always love you as much as an old coffee mug.
a mug with the name of a place we visited once, long ago
why do we hold our memories in a fragile glass mug?
OR
clever little boy, you steal my grip on everything.
this is a self-induced mess,
just another broken girl who had it coming.
leave, but make sure you come back.
hate yourself for this,
she sure will, just like I do.
I want you to feel it,
but don’t let me hear you walk towards the door.
to me, you mean about as much as an old coffee mug.
with a name of a place we visited once, long ago.
we held our memories in a fragile glass mug,
and you dropped it on the kitchen floor.
the only evidence left are the pieces of glass in my feet.
which & why
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