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by Rena Kermasha Beautiful at your worst My twinkle star Your silly laughter Lingers like my broken heart. I live off of leftovers And mold in my fridge As well as the boxes Of pictures and letters you left. I do nothing but the past. From old songs To softly spoken vows of Forever. My breath echoes Gasps of abandon. My tears mirror The moistness of our love. The paper I write on Is your delicate skin That I consumed endlessly Never knowing there'd be A last time. I'd have memorised every moment. Every kiss. Every surrender. But I was selfishly happy Never pausing for future reference. Now all I have Rests behind closed eyes Retrieved only by Lack of sleep. I lost your scent. I don't remember your hands. But I endlessly hear you whisper "Pretty girlie" As you twinkle in my heart. |
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