March 20, 2020
Nights like these
when I feel the walls turning yellow and the stainless crystal glass bell jar surrounding me,
I think of u
I think of u inside out
ur skin ur kiss
And look at the pictures,
two girls in a frame
some of me some of u
most of us in soft embrace
I can’t see her anymore,
I can’t look at her pictures because she’s happy without me.
She’s in a relationship with someone else better.
I want to say her name.
I want to taste her name on my tongue in between my lips again.
I want to talk about her all day.
Again, my bed is a pond
because I called again, and she did not respond.
Now, tonight my bed is a river
for I asked and she delivered
images I could never find
upon search; you are finally mine.
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regret slides through my window at night
i watch the shapes form in my bedroom
i’ve become his favorite visitor
in the dark he whispers,
“silly girl, why didn’t you kiss her?”
she, her, hers
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