I loved you once. I even let you break my heart a few times
Expectations exceeded any limits before expectations were met required of the one you should've let matter
I loved the expectations of bold misplacement
I loved the expectations of being your side conversation
I loved you once.
I loved you into my own broken heart
How do we become friends again?
Maybe we should converse to the side from the crowd
Maybe we should converse over full stomach's
Meals of lies, deceit, passion, and addiction
Ordering our meals in concealed corners...
Side orders we were
"Hey Ms Waitress... can I get a side order of you?"
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