After the revolution you broke my heart

I am shit poor at flirting now without you

this is how I speak to you now I speak to what is

yes I do yes I speak to what is now unaccounted for

After the revolution your feelings for me changed

as mine did not for you but did for you

lovers follow each other   you and I had torches    friends

After the revolution you can never text me again

After the revolution text messages no longer exist

nor do books instruct you and I to love   communicate 

After the revolution my self-concept was your concept

all your far-fetched childhood dreams came true

After the revolution you never call me sweetie

After the revolution what else do you and I have

can you ask? You and I loved, and that was it