The broken.

You looked at me that way once,
That night swirling in my head.
Eyes dripping ocean tides, 
You're better off in her bed.

Remembering fragments of the moon,
Swallowing blinding smiles.
Lipgloss smearing down your thighs,
What I've lost dripping in your wiles.

And you told me you fell, 
And I broke. 
Missing silver pieces,
in the tongues you spoke. 

When you cum,
You're not coming back.
The broken mirror etching silence,
In stunning black. 

I will hold you in a thought,
That wakes me from my dreams.
Ever missing searing kisses,
As mourning light redeems. 

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