My tears taste of memories,
slipping from my eyes,
replaying on my cheeks,
leaving a trail of our past on my lips,
tasting of the bitter-sweet moments of us,
and finally,
silently,
crashing to the floor just like we did.
My tears taste of memories,
slipping from my eyes,
replaying on my cheeks,
leaving a trail of our past on my lips,
tasting of the bitter-sweet moments of us,
and finally,
silently,
crashing to the floor just like we did.
I am jealous of books,
the stories that have been created from beautiful minds,
but they tear me apart inside.
I'm jealous of every broken character who finds their place,
their person,
their home,
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