"i'm buildin' my hopes up
like presents unopened 'til this day
i still see the messages you read, mmm

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she sat on the edge of the bed, papers scattered around. not papers. letters, to be precise. the letters he wrote to her.

the barely illegible chicken scratch written in blue in stood out from the lime yellow paper stained with tear drops. 

her eyes scanned each word, hoping to absorb all that was written. perhaps, hoping to comprehend how those words which seemed full of live could be so empty and false.

'love you my buttercup' she read, scoffing at his mendacity. why did he think that making his crush jealous by playing with her poor heart would actually be useful? except that it was.

she stood up angrily, snatching the letters. scooping them into a ball and threw them out of the window. 

if only, she wondered she could throw her misery out like that too. her gaze went to the picture frame on her dresser.

there, two people stood, smiling at each other. it was her and him. their first date. 

she wondered, did he never love her at all? because in that picture, he looked way too happy for someone who was just using her.

maybe, she thought, he did feel for her. just a little.

ridiculous, she thought. she was being stupid. after all, he did break her heart, did he not?

no, he didn't break her heart. he positively crushed it, smashing the pieces. her poor heart was shattered into pointy pieces.

 never to be repaired ever again

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i'm foolishly patient
can't get past the taste of your lips
don't wanna let you out my head"