I only wish
I would have kissed you.
Nothing like the little regrets
over little things
we were not brave enough to do.

hey
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we haven’t talked in a while
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weeks
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maybe even months, actually
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truth is, i can’t remember the last time we talked
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and, wow this going to sound crazy, but
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i saved our last conversation. i keep reading over it, trying to figure out where i went wrong
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but i can never find it
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i can never find that one place where i ******* up, where i said something wrong, where i did something to tear us apart, or make you hate me.
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and it *****, it really does.
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matter of fact, “*****” isn’t a strong enough word to describe how awful it is
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or how awful i feel
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hurt
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betrayed
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used
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and do you want to know what the worst part is?
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the worst part, aside from the fact that i can’t figure out where i went wrong, is that, even after all of this
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i still love you
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i have loved you, i love you now, and i’m pretty **** sure i will love you in the future.
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and i guess that’s half of what i came here to say.
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but it’s obvious that you don’t feel the same.
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and so i suppose that the other half of what i came here to say
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is goodbye.
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and though i’m sure that all your love for me has faded
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and that my name hasn’t slipped off your ******* long time
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all i ask of you is one thing
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just don’t forget me.
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he told me i tasted like 12 o'clock sun on chilly days without names. since he mentioned days without names, they had been my favourite kind of days. in my head, every day had a colour and yesterday was yellow. you pulled over and got out of the car when i asked you why we could not buy another bottle of red wine for the fifth time. i looked down at my veiny hands and fondled the key that he had left behind. it killed me how everything reminded me of him. i thought that liquid self-pity would erase him but it only made him appear even more distinct. i tried to patch up myself when you was asleep; i kissed the freckles on your back and connected them by drawing constellations and celestial bodies with my silky whisper. i wore long sleeves because my heart was stained by his soporific words. he made me feel calm without effort; it made my skin crack. the way he held me tight made me want to throw up butterflies. you never made me want to throw up butterflies; you only drugged my body with sweet drops of poison. i am fond of you, you would always say and i would always force a smile and take another sip. he adored my blue lips. the more you loved me, the more i adored being intoxicated. after half a year, a few bottles a day made me love you back. i could name every débit de boissons in bordeaux.

hey kiddo, i have brought you a glass of my favourite wine.

he visited me on a chilly day without name. i was already dead when he found me.

*(k.w)

beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display