You waltz around in my head.
I don't miss you,
just your freckles.
I don't miss you,
just your eyes,
especially when I made you cry.
I don't miss you,
just your warm skin
and tangled hair
against my fingertips
when you felt right underneath me
on rainy nights
with your parents sleeping.
You waltz around in my head,
but there is nothing on my neck
other than the kisses you left.
- I Always Came Home at Three After Coming in You
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Bodies in My Closet
PoetryAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024
