The aftertaste

Luckily, you left nothing sweet in my mouth
To chew on

For I would hate to have a memory of you

That, although having come from someone so poison,

Perpetuates joy in my life.

 

I hope you always like that stupid band

It makes sense really.

I was music to you

Poetic lyrics

A metaphor disguised by most interesting of melodies

And now you are forced to remember me that way

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