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Feb 2015 · 830
me and you; part one
El Gray Feb 2015
I stand and count the lines on your lips
one for every day that I've known you
in my pocket I fold the tissue
that you gave me once to mop up my tears
one, twice
three times  no more
I bite my lip; no lines
and hand you the tissue
"It was supposed to be a swan" I say
you laugh
I laugh
and I kiss the top of your head
"It looks more like a flower" so you put it in
your hair
It begins to rain and the tissue-swan-tissue-flower
deteriorates
I begin to cry
so you hand me a clean tissue to mop up my tears
Feb 2015 · 344
flowers to forget
El Gray Feb 2015
Flowers to forget

With lips like wisps of smoke to my mouth and
eyes awake and dreaming
all the pain she had ever felt
could be read on her face
like her tears left scars
and she'd kissed a man to help her forget
like he'd fill the void some how
he'd pick her flowers and call her baby
as if flowers could act like plasters

— The End —