it's not the obsession
over her looks
but the fading impact from the punches
of my words
to stir her sky
How when I tell her
She's beautiful
it doesn't mean anything
anymore.
No matter how many hearts
or eyes she has
if its not the right one
it's not the right one
She wants what she wants
while from under her nose
i quietly slip out the back door
for a moment
waiting for her to realize
i'm gone.
Like that memory
The memory of where you last placed the remote
"Where did I put my car keys?"
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