manuel of la brea

42

two lips feel two lips

strangers make me forget
about my scars you tried to heal.
two lips feel two lips shared,
so dangerous when they disappear.

to unlove a love that was never mine,
i needed a reason to wake up.
feeling so lonely, stars misaligned,
i wanted to go farther away from mishaps.

there’s no coming back to your arms.
on narrow streets i assume you’re gone.
aching heart, shaking palms,
following my fears all the way down.

to hate me and hate yourself too,
once entwined hands in a similar vein,
i made a decision not to forgive you
so you can break me again.