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You Broke Me


You just look so good
Standing there
Sitting here
Freezing in a photograph
Smiling over the phone
All of those behind your raspy voice

Oh man, you look beautiful
And great
And cool
Also cold
Yet burning
And cute
Cute is weak, cute is lazy
But you are cute
While being a distant great God of Greece also
You are cute
And beautiful
Beautiful sounds feminine
But you are not
While being a cold hearted hell of a man also
You are beautiful
With warm voices and cold tone
You are so full of contradictory
Like me
Because I adore you
While you are talking
Standing there
Sitting here
Smiling
Breaking my heart
Shattering it into pieces
Acting like it’s nothing
Leaving me alone

You are so cold I cannot avoid the warmth
And you look good
Good enough to make me want to hurt you back
For hurting me more
Yet this feeling is never long gone

You are a paradox;
The reflection of myself I am trying not to recognize
We are a sinner hypocrite;
Hating each other out loud
Burying any affection so it doesn’t come out
We are the different side of the same coin;
Touched, inseparable, yet arrogant
Our backs against each other’s
Whether too full of ourselves
to look into the eyes
Or too comfortable leaning on
without admitting any relation

Oh, darling, I love you it hurts
You look so fucking good you broke me;
I lost my rhymes on this last three sentences.

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