ex girlfriend
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I'm with her and feel at ease
No
That's a lie
I want to write something to convince myself
That her is you
But it's not
If I kiss her I miss you
My hands are stuck
To my fingers stuck
Together from the juice
Of the orange
That's is spoiled from
The core at least
It's sweeter than
You.
My mind is not my own.
I gave it away piece by piece -
tied it up in a ribbon with bits of my beating heart
and put it at the feet of a girl whose love was a pair
of spiked cleats.
Past Preparation Presenting Present Presentations.
Practice Patients, Practice Performing Perfect Plays.
Maybe on perfect days I can do bad things in such perfect ways.
That feeling of your arms around me
As I lay on your chest
With your hand in mine
And you say my hair smells like coconut
Those words you speak
In the darkness
That make my heart ache
