Curve Cologne

May 10, 2012
By Sara Neil BRONZE, Lake Grove, New York
Sara Neil BRONZE, Lake Grove, New York
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I wanted to live in your empty parts
(to make them full, always)
So incomplete was not an option
(this lasted one hundred nineteen days)

It comes in unwanted waves
Because I forget my fragile heart
We stood unbalanced together,
A tragic work of art

I know you in entirety
Head to toe (open to close)
I knew every lie and every fine
Except the ending that you chose

(My mom says she can still smell her first love)
I haven’t a sliver of hope here
you promise we are ashes and dust
And I have said what I could, dear

The author's comments:
Just a silly teenage break up, I guess.

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