Cherry Picker
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings,
Make me feel your presence in it's entirety.
Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but
I don't care if you don't, and
You never really cared much.
In hindsight, I should've seen it coming;
I was too worried about the marks
Left where collars meet owners
Not noticing those in my chest.
If only there was a way to smell you again.
If only there was a way to stop wanting to smell you again.
I'm sorry;
I ruined you when I ruined myself
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