my fingers pulled a golden string clinging tight to my hooded sweatshirt,
the last remains of a life i once shared with a girl who was untrue,
i looked deep into the strand as it reminded me of forgotten times,
long ago when i was young and i was in love with you.
i thought i had washed clean the slate of my former life,
i didn't expect to find any remnants of my broken past,
and when i think of all the hurt and heartbreak you represent,
the wound reopens as i smile awkwardly and force a laugh.
posted by fillshe @ 2:02 PM
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