1. it's been a week and two days since you left and my pillow still smells like you. (strawberries and mint toothpaste.) 2. the fake tattoo you glued on my creamy white thigh is now red-rubbed-raw and it still won't come off. the black letters of your name are embedded into my skin forever. (s.a.m) 3. today i am popping pills. onetwothreefourfive- this is not the first. (it's not hard to find the brightest star in the sky; just look up high.) 4. i want to fedex you all the teeth in the world to make up for the fact i never smile; they would get there by 8:15 the next morning and by then they would be (cold. rotton. dead.) [that wouldn't be a very pretty smile] |
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this is simply beautiful.
i love how raw and honest it is.
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