We broke up exactly a year ago today, but by the way, I still miss you
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I miss your pouted lips and your crooked teeth
I miss you in those shorts that were ripped at the seems
You tugged at my threads and I came undone
I swear - I didn't think I'd ever fall this hard
Your body was an addiction - a daily dose wasn't enough
No rehab could keep me from giving into every withdrawal
The medicine between your legs is still my favorite drug
But your new profile says that you've moved on
Your short hair looks great, but I liked it better when it was long
I liked how it brushed against my face with every kiss
The way I wrapped it tightly around my fist
But your eyes seem brighter
And your smile seems wider
I'm happy that you're happy, but by the way
I still miss you.
