my tits are always cold in the morning.
your worn flesh and bone fingers always find their way to my chest.
and i exhale knowing all of the answers to questions never asked.
you make this seem so easy.
but we both know how hard it is.
my lips are always chapped in the morning.
but you never really seem to care.
even though,
i know you do.
but you'd never say otherwise.
i think we both know why.
and my tongue traces sentences
falling between my teeth.
i could never understand how to think before i speak.
it has not been without it's consequences.
then again,
i've always been enemies with inhibition.
i think that's why i always drink beer for breakfast.
and lunch.
and dinner.
i can't stand to live without clouded judgement.
and so,
clouds of smoke;
weed stems and tobacco
litter our early morning meetings.
they always have.
because they make good- byes a little easier.
because with already- red eyes,
you can't tell when i'm really crying.
my heart is always broken in the morning.
when i hear the door close softly behind you.
Author notes
i realize that you do have the right not to comment, but i really wish that you would. i appreciate criticism. you will not be punished or attacked for honesty. thank you.
also, i realize that i might have bent the rules just a bit. i'm a little out of my comfort zone with free- verse and one- word prompts. so, please forgive me.
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Comments
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i adore this. i adore how you start it and then weave personal things into it and develop it into a much broader subject space. then it comes back to the morning really well.
and my tongue traces sentences
falling between my teeth.
-by far my favourite part.
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