it was the last drink
on the menu
a call out
to my last thought;
something so simple
that i’d wager
we don’t think about,
breathing;
i want you
to live
enjoy that drink
while you breathe
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last memory
when i revisit,
the door is stingy
always fights back
knob two tons
make shift handgun
rips through our memory mansion
never easy
couldn’t face you that day
i remember the day the hour the minute
i remember what you were wearing
i just want
one more time.
to remember everything
before that fire.
please;
let me in
quiet voice
i don’t remember
the last time
i felt
heard
molly
molly,
we’ve met before;
i know you don’t remember
it was a wild night-
but i think about you
the gated fence
the old school diner
& the watching naruto until midnight.
molly,
i’d like to visit again,
maybe on a weekend i have off
or at the next festival
just for a few hours
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i think it’s the butterflies
the ones in springs
& the ones in my tummy
when i fall hundred feet from the sky
into your lap;
eyes rollback
when i have your body back
sleep paralysis
demons snicker in the light
& curse in the dark;
they’ve never cared
for those they share beds with
always so loud
not one to let
their partner rest
wraith
you had a chance
to portal back
be a liberator
now
you’re a vengance seeker
with a missing eye
new world
i know you are going through it
it’s okay
it’s just some waffles
lost & found
it’s been years
but it felt like yesterday
when you met my eyes
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i’ve known for awhile
that it was you;
just in denial,
not gonna waste
any more time
telling myself any different
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