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Remininsce (Snows Still Stuck On The Tree Line / Part Five)
Calloused Hands
Broken Strings
A thousand dollars pocket change
Vodka on ice
Chased with lime
And salt
The same salt reminisces rub in your wounds
Stitched up
Hearts like Frankenstein
Time passes in a jiffy, flash, when an eye blinks
Not when caught in heart strings, bad stitching, and lies
Bruised devotion written under green eyes
Spilled on your wrists
Five years
Still forcing yourself to get up
To drive, to lie, to love, and learn
To speak, to yell, to cry, and fail
Beauty
Coffee colored hair
Mocha skin
Ironic beside gin and juice
Heart smacks the floor
Yanked through bruises and skin
Her
Whose name you dismissed
Though not forgotten
Alive only in the notes kept in your drawer
Stiff stanzas, capitalistic coffee cups, chapped lips
Green eyes meet
Two equals one
Flurried hands, pretzeled limbs on mahogany
Love
Or a synonym doused in water
With body no soul
She’ll leave again
Soon as air whips her face
And her senses beat her senseless
Déjà vu, repeat
Whiplash
You can’t be her love with no commitment
Can be
Your selfless though still less
Bruised with false love, salted promises
Her coffee kisses on your face
Breath coated on your heart
In a flash
She’s gone
Out the door without a note
Or glance
Keys still in the ignition
Tires on the pavement
She’s already gone
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