Last summer
my legs were twigs and I had left you suddenly.
I lived only on dill weed and celery
all of my shit in a pile
in the corner
of a friend's overpriced Hollywood apartment

Every night I would
whiskey fuel up my two feet
and travel to each corner of this city
for no reason at all, if just to be moving forward.
there I left my mark,
on the dotted line
in the form of a bar tab.

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3 months later
I had successfully fucked my way back into your heart,
and my mind flutters back to this again now
like some stupid tapedeck stuck on repeat

I'm frustrated.
I pull at the crinkled black tape until it stops.
It's an easy thing to do, so I
rip a page right out from [under] your book,
Like, "Baby!
There are no regrets!"

But sitting here I'm self admitting,
I may have just came back for the conquest
more so then the end result.

04/08/2014

Author's Note: End?

Posted on 04/08/2014
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