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found thoughts for a forgotten lover
I
I sometimes think about
you when I fuck
your replacement
I wonder if
you thought
about me while
you fucked mine
after all
I was right there
II
I wish
it had been
anyone
but you
III
I keep telling
my dumb-cunt self
the goddamn story
wasn’t real
the fairytale
where your sweat
dripped down
my rib cage,
and your chest
heaved above mine
(wasn’t real)
but if it had been,
I wish I’d wrapped
my legs around
you
one
last
time
IV
You didn’t lie about
one thing:
I’m really never
going to get that
high again
V
I figured
I’d have a final
cry over you
But the tears
didn’t come,
just the hurt.
I always did like
the pain,
though, it was
cleaner when
it was in your bed
VI
I made you
my god
and you
sacrificed me
VII
I don’t have a
fucking point
VII
I listened
to that piece
and I finally got
that last
cry
because I don’t
want you
and I always
sucked at lying
IX
I went to bed
with a smile,
that night.
That last night.
You made me
laugh,
come,
and sigh
in fangirl-awe
over your
craftsmanship
while waxing poetical
about the sunset.
(In that order.)
I trusted the
barest motes
of my soul
in your rugged hands.
And you dusted them off
on the front of your jeans.
I wish I’d never woken
up the next morning.
I fucking wish I’d never
woken up the next morning
Because my
last dream
would have been
of our
entwined
limbs
X
You were
always
enough
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