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Unexpected Second Break

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MisfitableGrae

Published: Feb 14, 2012

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One second that you looked at me-
Or rather in my general direction
And I'm back to wanting to cry in a corner
Back listening to Adele and Taylor Swift break-up songs.
Never mind I'll find someone like you when
I go back to December all the time.

One second that you looked at me
And I'm back to writing sappy love poems in my head,
Cliché similes that have something to do with your eyes,
Atrocious metaphors about how sorry I am
Rhyming things with your name, and
Screaming sonnets about roses and autumn to your back.

One second that you looked at me
And all the little cracks inside my chest that I filled with cement
Are getting opened faster and more painful than I thought possible
And I have to run away fast,
Because I can't stand to be here
And watch you not look back at me.

Because I didn't know it was possible
For the same face to break my heart twice.

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Guys, I saw him again today, and that's so unfair because I wasn't ready.

I was just talking to my mom about the Adele 'Someone Like You' song, and I told I couldn't really ever cry over it. She told me that I just needed to get my heart broken. And I'm like, 'Mom, you have no clue.' But in my head, of course.

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