Mr. Brown

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His last name brown
His eyes the color green

His heart the biggest in the world
His sadness the darkest 

He lured me into his embrace and held on tight
Whispering the words I’ve always craved

He fixed every problem and scar i had
Kissing gently the darkest and scariest parts of my mind

He drank Mike’s hard lemonade 
And kissed his lips gently into the bud of his cigarette

He curled his fists and yelled 
Took a deep breath and put a hole in the wall

Before he spoke a sigh would leave his lips
Rolling his eyes at my jokes and raised the volume of the TV

His phone vibrating in the palm of his hand
He looked at me one last time

His last name brown 
His eyes the color green

He broke my heart the same way he saved it
Saying the words I will remember forever

“I’m sorry, I love her more.”

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