and I stand frozen on a sidewalk in the rain,as you ride bicycle down broken street.
In this moment, you try not to notice, me, or the pain i own,
street-lights guide you past.
In this moment, i try not to memorize, The ink on your arms; the colours, i saw in you.
In this moment, i try not to memorize, The ink on your arms; the colours, i saw in you.
but the waves on your elbow,once beautiful, now harsh; hide the secrets, you swore to protect...
they remind me, of my loss,of your sea.
i am somewhere, a spec, a memory, a hideous ache you yearn to forget.
pieces of me, float through you; yet i am here
grocery bag in hand, toes on concrete,
wishing you'd nodded, or waved, or at the very least screamed: 'fuck you'.
wishing you'd nodded, or waved, or at the very least screamed: 'fuck you'.
:(
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