Perhaps it was the miles in-between

us that took you away from me;

Or perhaps

it was just myself that pushed you away.

I started seeing your face everywhere,

it was so cruel darling.

My lips would go numb

just from the simple thought of you.

This glass filled with two fingers of brown-

I don’t remember the name-

it tasted of liquid vinyl; I drunk it down

as if it could bring you back to me.

I imagine you calling me pathetic,

if only to keep myself going,

if only

to feel that slight twinge of humiliation that

keeps me thrumming with heat. It makes me,

oh darling, you’ve always made me feel alive.






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