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I found out love wasn't all sparkly hearts,
manga eyes and gel-pen smiles
like I thought it would be in junior high.
I used to write my name and someone's,
together, only encased by
the boundaries of a purple
Sharpie heart.

High school took me by storm,
showing me that first kisses weren't
supposed to be wet and tight,
with faces scrunched up like
you'd had one too many
Sour Patch Kids.
(there is no power in the pucker)

Life with alcohol brings big mistakes,
regrets floating in a drunken pool
you can't remember,
only bits and pieces
like the fragments of your
glass innocence.

Somewhere in the middle
I could have met the right man,
the one who would sweep me off my feet
and kiss away my sorrows.
Love might be about hearts,
but no one's touched mine.

Description
I found out love wasn't all sparkly hearts,
manga eyes and gel-pen smiles
like I thought it would be in junior high.
I used to write my name and someone's,
together, only encased by
the boundaries of a purple
Sharpie heart.

High school took me by storm,
showing me that first kisses weren't
supposed to be wet and tight,
with faces scrunched up like
you'd had one too many
Sour Patch Kids.
(there is no power in the pucker)

Life with alcohol brings big mistakes,
regrets floating in a drunken pool
you can't remember,
only bits and pieces
like the fragments of your
glass innocence.

Somewhere in the middle
I could have met the right man,
the one who would sweep me off my feet
and kiss away my sorrows.
Love might be about hearts,
but no one's touched mine.