There are a handful of you
that love just how
I can string words
here along
my sensitive and pretty chain
never giving up her name.
She’s my one
infectious drug
I need to go buy
out on the dirty streets
to try and replace
certain lost feelings
God knows I’ve tried
to find my seller
it’s impossible to think
not having her
constantly on the mind.
I honestly don’t mind,
really,
it’s not like
I can un-memorize
the smell of her hair
the sound of her nervous laugh
or just how beautiful
she is without trying.
I trip and stumble
over certain photographs
the forbidden curves
that only I’ve seen.
The air is crisp
and on this morning
I’m thankful
the cravings
have started
all over again.
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