Porcelain Breaks

Thu, 01/19/2017 - 08:58 -- Token

Remember when I (didn't) ask you out,

And how you let me down with your voice clouded with doubt?

You probably didn't forget how you hurt me;

Maybe you did forget the pain.

Oh, if only I could make you see me

Numbering the times when I've cried by the surplus of pain.

Depending on how you are now, maybe you feel the same?

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