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The Morning After

Things were easy, I was free,
it was like an asphalt ski;
a trip through the lines  
that told me you love me.

 
He broke me inside and smashed apart  
every bitter piece of my heart;
left open and unending,
a ruined wretch defending.

 
I asked you for a picture
a group, you squeezed in,  
I kissed your cheek,
and our laughter  
was holier than  
any church.

 
No choices, a blame game
who sits on a lame throne.
The one who wins will
never want, an effigy
suture to surify the bone.

 
But we went to a show!  
Rope and pole, blow
smoke quickly, a kiss,
no jealousy, savoring this.
Our smiles matching,  
catching this fever together.

 
I know I need to leave.
To keep ahead and grieve.
But he's not of this world,
you are too curled  
and cruel to cleave
the spaces farther in two.

 
You told me you have to leave,
and the thought made me heave.
Torn to write or call,  
I ended up doing them all,
stay with me.  
I plead, I beg,  
your eyes so soft and sad.

 
 
I woke up bloody mad,
about who and what I almost had.
If only life wasn't so bad  
and I could be armour clad
Written by mantisdeer (Cait)
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