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I loved a girl once,

Whose glassy eyes

Were as sharp as obsidian.

Whose lips contained secrets

I could feel when kissing them.

Her laugh was melodic,

Caressing my heart strings.

Making me feel the world

In a different key.

To me, she was perfect

In every way.

Except in her words,

So infrequent,

Yet containing so much pain.

I made the mistake of trying to fix her

When I couldn’t handle myself,

And so she left,

Just like everyone else.

When you love someone.

You’re supposed to let them go.

I didn’t realize that by letting you leave,

You would leave me so exposed.

So, now all I’m left with

Is a broken heart that doesn’t beat the same.

Because, your absence caused

A rhythmic disruption

When you cut through all my strings,

And now I’m stuck playing

A broken melody.