Perfume Regret

i don’t even know how many petals are on

a sunflower

but i’m sure you’ve picked all of my innocence off

and the daisy is dead

he loves me not

 

flowers for hip bones

petals for pencil skirt lips

i’ve come to love lilies and pink

roses since her breath became the only thing i breathe

every kiss was like every cigarette

seven years off my lifespan

seven petals off her flower

 

i really love rose tea but i think i’ll seep a little longer

drink you

 

tonight you look a lot like my lake with the way spit glistens

i’ve seen lily pads only once

you’re number thirty-two

skinny dip

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