why do
you hate me now?
Untied
laces, untied tops, untied love.
You said
you loved me, now we don’t talk.
Confused by this, my black heart sinks to
The
bottom of my human ocean. Don’t
Say
things you don’t mean. Now every
Night
right before the baseball game
My eyes
cry, because the picture
Reminds
me of you.
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