The clouds are being sucked down the drain with the sun
dragged and pulled
across the marbled pink and blue granite sky
Thursday, September 3, 2020
HYPERBOLE
The memory of your kindnesses
are like 100 puncture holes to my heart
your flaws
as effective as a wet hammock
to stop the bleeding
T.O. LOVELACE
I don't think we're on the same page here.
I don't have the time or inclination to respond to your six email messages in the past four days.
I think you have confused your instinct to be prematurely open with a stranger with some mystical sign
that we are meant to be together.
To be honest, I was turned off when you told me that you missed me after three days.
You're getting ahead of yourself, but you're certainly getting ahead of me.
2011
It took me three years
to get over you
one year
for each month
I gave you my heart
each year
I get more pieces back
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