you’re crying in the shower,
'man of the year’ on repeat.
what did you do
with that beaten-up
teddy bear –
the one you used to hit?
you let him go.
babe, you let him go.
coke zero won’t save you,
won’t shake you awake
this time.
you memorized every detail,
every habit and every sign,
you kept the list,
but his face
won’t ever surface
on the stupid app, like
mine.
you let him go.
babe, you let him go.
my love won’t save you,
won’t shake you awake
this time.
someday you’ll run into
your private trophy,
your man of the year,
so don’t call me
for nothing, sweetie,
cause I don’t care.
cry in private
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