Thursday, December 12, 2013

Some months

I could cry all day over only
just the recollection of your face
protruding lips
ice irises
And the way you imbued poetry into every word

Baby that's how I fell 
No gravitonal pull 
Just your lustful looks 
And sex screaming collarbones 

But you've been gone so long 
And he was right there waiting 
Baby I'm sorry this was 17 years in the making

He kissed me sweetly and 
I love you but love in its unrequitedness 
Burns like lemon in lacerations 

This didn't come quietly 
I heard it running towards me 
Stomping 
Begging to be 

And I'm so fucking sorry 

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