Perfect Two

It's like a movie,

The way me and you used to be,

Everything going to plan,

Just to have a twist in the plot,

I remember the warmth of your hand,

The way you called me hot,

Now I lay here and think,

About how I'm just another chain made of links,

Connecting to you,

But being in a special kind of hell you so often put me through,

So many different kinds of pain,

Played out like a simple child's game,

The beat of a drum,

The popping of someone's bubble gum,

Keeps me thinking of you,

The way we were a perfect two,

As I lay and write these words,

I think of your wrinkled shirts,

And the girls chasing you in herds,

I can't help but feel like dirt,

I can no longer listen to that band,

Or justify the way you land,

So perfectly into my heart,

So perfectly into my form of art,

Doesn't make me even a little sad,

But a whole bucket of mad,

How it is not fair,

That you so freely get my heart to rip and tear?

I'm done,

Seeing as how you've already moved on