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Broken Hearted: The Phoenix, Vol. 3

Its so amazing that after the relationship got bad enough
That we would go days without speaking…
And then have cordial convos on prepaid cell phones
During peak hours

Its hard to believe that we went from poetry notes influenced
By Floetry or Eric Roberson to cursing in text messages
In the early mornings long after Jerry had gone off

Its hard to imagine that we spent so much time together
Touching and caressing, hours turning into days and
Never said a word but now every time we meet your
Mouth is moving constantly

Its unbelievable that I am just your worst nightmare so
Suddenly and that my personality and attitude are so
Terrible but in the beginning you liked every thing about me

Its tragic that we lost this love on some trip or some bedspread
That has been washed clean and purified and regardless of what
You try to tell me you don’t know what happened but anything
To make yourself feel better

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