Ironic Mess

Too often I think of you, in unsuspecting moments, I find memories of you.

I really don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I can’t shake this irony,

You said you wouldn’t be the one to leave.

I told you I don’t fall that easily.

I fell and you left.

What an ironic mess.

I fell and you left.

What an ironic mess

There is still a tingle where your thumb moved in irregular patterns on my palm,

My hand longs for yours.

I’m sure the memory is already lost to you.

You stole my heart, but did you have to break it too.

Now I know why they say love is for fools.

You said you wouldn’t be the one to leave.

I told you I don’t fall that easily.

I fell and you left.

What an ironic mess.

I fell and you left.

What an ironic mess.


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