those kisses make me weak...
like the time
I took those muscle relaxers in second period
and when I feel you touch me...
I melt...
like crayons
in a back seat
on
a hot
day


one year later i watched the excuses fall out your mouth,one year later by ~polkadotchaos
like a magician's trick handkerchief and
land in a pile at your feet.
actions that should have been so simple and easy to avoid,
moment after moment that should have had a consideration
and you jumped in full force and never looked back.
i brushed off signs like a swarm of noisy mosquitos,
thinking my gut feeling was unfounded,
that everything was fine,
it was just one of those days.
i went to sleep hungry, too ill inside to eat.
it took less than a six pack for you to come clean and
yet i'm the one who walked away feeling dirty.
each stumbled over sentence increased my anger,
a
poem 1 by ~polkadotchaos
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