i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
how it feels.
i wish i could
stop
watching you.
i hate watching
you. i hate the blood
that pumps underneath your right hand
and runs through you red and thick and salty--
i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing
every
word.
i wish i didn't wonder
how it feels.
i wish i could
stop
watching you.
i bought pumpkin pie lip balm that tasted like
fall in california
even though i'm in new hampshire
and the leaves are curling.
the lights in sephora were sickly bright
like the lights
how did words once flow
like water
from my mind?
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