I'm a broken shell
of who I once was.
It's hard to tell
only because...
I put up this charade,
this façade, and this mask.
But I'd do it again,
I'd relieve this past...
...if only to be with you again.

You broke me.
Hastened my fall.
Rolled me up.
Packed me into a ball.
Threw me away
and in spite of it all,
I'm still longing
for just one more call.

If the technology existed,
I'd make a clone of you.
I'd make her fall for me.
We'd do everything
you and I used to do.
We'd walk around downtown
and make out in the rain.
She'd tear me to pieces,
and I'd start the cycle again.

You broke me.
Hastened my fall.
Rolled me up.
Packed me into a ball.
Threw me away,
and in spite of it all,
I'm still longing
for your call.

Tell me your problems.
I'll tell you mine.
They revolve around you;
it was a simple design.
We were crafted for each other,
from the same mold.
If given the chance,
I'd try to kiss you again,
knowing full well,
you'd shoot me down cold.

When you threw me away,
you threw out part of yourself.

You broke me.
Hastened my fall.
Rolled me up.
Packed me into a ball.
Threw me away,
and in spite of it all,
I think.
You should give me.
A call.
(I hope you kept the number.)