Something cliche

The first time our eyes met and I felt sick to my stomach

I should have known

You had perfect curls and said that you loved me

But you were full of liquor and I was empty

I should have known

My body is a temple and I let you drag your muddy shoes through it

I let you

The dirt felt better than my barren floors

I convince myself that I never really cared

That I just needed something to write about

But I should have known that you would get to me

From the first stomach turning glance

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