i wore you once
open mouthed and brazen
like a fever blister.
you could not erase me
because you could never find
me but darling, i was only lying
under kitchen tables with your
best friend, mapping out suicides
in the taste of eachother's skin.
so familiar he was so familiar.
you would have seen had you
opened your eyes. once.
that's all it would have taken.
once. but i know sterile like
i know the back of my throat,
keep it clean, keep it clean
and we always did. you were
a twitch in my step i could never
shake and your best friend became
just the same. god help me, if only
i could remember, the things i could
tell you about sticky skin and whispered
promises. the night when he and i
found eachother's hands and swore
"forever." but oh how i adored you
adored you who knew you would end
up not being enough to pacify a pacifist
that loved easy liquor but prefered her
love rough. and the nights all those
nights when your eyes found their
nightly grave, the things he said to me
gave to me, the things i would have
gave but we all fall short sometimes
and even now, you could never be
enough to a collector of hearts who
loves easy liquor but prefers her love
rough.

07/17/2003

Posted on 07/18/2003
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