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 May 2013 Alexander Albrecht
her
this morning, at 3:17

I was laying on your chest

awake

listening to your heartbeat

and I realized that

it is no longer my favorite song

goodbye
Savor,

don't waste.

develop taste, rather;

sordid.
Your stupid empty promises
Of improvement and happiness
Are ******* me dry
And driving me insane.
if it is true that some
get worse before they
get better, then I hope
God finds you in
between and
offers you
grace just
to see.
(c) Brooke Otto
a while back you
sent me a song by
The Avett Brothers
and oh, Chris, how
I tried to take you
in. I tried to take
you in. I tried to
take you in.
(c) Brooke Otto
were you to walk into
my life, you might smell
chai tea and sweet berry
lotion, I hope that would
be enough to comfort

you
(c) Brooke Otto
I don't want to know what you're doing

(everyone else does)
(and they like you for it too)
(c) Brooke Otto

The parentheses are something new.
The lonely spaces between his fingertips
Invite her
The whirling of his blue eyes
Intrigue her
The mountains of his lips
Demand her
The softness of his touch
Devours her
Stop. Evaluating. My. Thoughts.
They are not yours
They never were
They are mine.

Stop. Pretending. I'm. Yours.
I am not
I never was
I am my own.

Stop. Inviting. Me. To. Your. Hell.
I have declined
I will not ever accept
Mine is better.

Burn with the paper you write your notes on.
And leave me alone.
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