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Perfect Glass
You look at her
She isn’t the same
the way you used
I wish she was
to look at me
Just like her
Broken glass
Perfect glass
Someone slimmer
Her curves
Prettier
She was beautiful
Blue eyes not green
Her green eyes, like emeralds
Blonde hair not brown
Her soft brown wavy hair
Short hair not long
Long, long wavy hair
Neat not messy
Perfectly messy
You hope she doesn’t make
I wish she would make
Noises in her sleep
Noises in her sleep
Or randomly fall asleep on you
Or fall asleep on me
Broken glass
Perfect glass
You hope she doesn't wake up
I wish she would wake up
with make up smudged all over her face
With make up smudged all over her face
You hope she doesn’t care as much
I wish she’d care as much
As your old girlfriend
As my true love
The one who should have been there for you
The one that should still be here
As much as she was.
Like she always was
Broken glass
Perfect glass
You hope she's emotionally stable
She was so imaginative
She has small thighs
Her body was a wonderland only for my eyes
And they're scarless.
And her scars, were our secrets to keep
Broken Glass
Perfect glass
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On my bad days I think about myself and I point out the things I do and don't like. I wrote this poem with juxtaposition about how I see myself on my bad days and how maybe I'm not perfect with a response of somebody trying to remember me and being in love with each and every one of my flaws.