Perhaps it was the miles in-between
us that took you away from me;
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,
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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