press rewind, watch her smile in slow motion for the last time.
your house of cards was knocked over without a second thought once you saw the crystal blue of her irises.
hold onto those late summer nights when her tongue tasted like honey and her words intoxicated your mind like candy flavored liquor.
inhale deeply and remember the way her lips parted ever-so-slightly as she whispered her desires into your neck.
do you still laugh at the joke she told you underneath the stone bridge that rainy day?
or do you crumble as you remember the sound of the bullet that silenced her forever?
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
