I was every where you failed to look.
under your nails- dead skin-
mine-yours-ours- [hers?]
your cupholder-
spare change cuddled against my bones.
I was struggling between your forked fingers
pretending I had finally found my place.
I was pulling these lips
heavy cloth curtains
downward, downward
across a chattering grin;
drying up the watered down smile
that was never given a chance.
I was only a slow tug away
from becoming everything you ever wanted [for that moment.]
I was there, I was awake, I was breathing
yesterday, today, tomorrow, cemented into your
palms with a self-sacrificing loyalty
that weighed you
down.
You called the words sloppy.
They didn't rhyme right;
didn't slide down your throat
quite like you slid down mine-
-I called it love.
Stale breath, bed head, innocent eyes;
the scale was tipping
- I had never known balance to begin with.
I drew lines- stepped inside them-
smudged, and crumpled tried to
make you realize
I
was
just
a girl.
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