Wednesday, August 31, 2016

For you

I had one of those dreams again
of secrets and drugs
They leave my day so full of ache
and unnecessary guilt
When you asked how my day was and I told you
you didn’t say
How can a dream fuck up your whole day?
We have similar secrets with similar pasts
you used to smoke for your numbness
and I snorted for mine
We wear scars on the inside of our bodies
and when we lie
hip pressing hip
they match up
And so when I smile with my crooked smile
and say I love you like the hand needs the glove
you say
I love you like the dust needs the bunny

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