Shot Glass

My cynical opinion of love, coming out here :P

I made a snap decision. To break apart
With cold precision, and splinter my heart
I'll hide the pieces.
You'll never have all of me.

I wrote your name beside mine
Sighed, and hated the sound
They only call it falling in love
Because you hit the ground.

There's something I read once
Something that sticks
A girl and a boy
And how he kissed another's lips.

There are cracks in the ceiling between my toes.
And did you know?

Everything tastes better in a shot glass.

The End

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