Echo
Your lips still echoed my name.
And yet, you chose every part
Of the circus that wrecked us.
You’ve planned so much
Around me that I’m the one
Who lost herself in auras
And a poet’s sad prose.
I found myself knowing
That you can’t break me
Like you’ve done in the past.
I remember London
Because it echoes your name.
I can’t seem to return
To the city I loved
And wanted so much
From a goodbye.
But I did love you,
Even if I said it like she did.
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