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By Lila Li

You take my hand, the city grows alive

But we are dead, my dear, forget the night

Get out the car, we both know you can’t drive

While our world spins; the streetlights shine too bright

Now here lie all the times we used to love,

You don’t deserve my poems, nor my prose

And it’s not love but you that I’m sick of

Kissed someone else, my darling, as you dozed…

We’re broken glass, I can’t turn down this lane

Nor turn down secrets you told me alone

I wish you hated me, am I insane?

It’s too late now, I’m waiting by the phone

I couldn’t hold on, beg your soul to stay

Still I don’t love you, but I’m on my way