Watching Myself Fall

You don’t notice they’re gone
Until something throws it in your face
Taunts you, laughs at you
Shows you just how alone you are
It’ll be something ironic
Like noticing how much vanilla ice cream
Is left unopened in the freezer
She loved that flavor
You prefer chocolate
You were never one for clichés
But ever since she left
The love songs were sung slower
And the lyrics cut a little deeper
About the things you couldn’t show her
And why you couldn’t keep her





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