I felt it stir deep in my chest
Ribbons of want, a knot in my breast
A face, not a name ingrained in my brain
Wicked green eyes changing the game
Making it clear,
I would never be the same
Like a drop of ink in water
Spreading out, wreaking blue havoc till what was in the glass before doesn't really matter
Consumed by the dark liquid, rewriting my reality
I voiced no complaint, but ran to him happily
It was only after he left, while I layed on the floor, out of my mind
That I realized
No one wants a cup of dirty water
Especially not one somebody else has left behind


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