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You
and I hope that every time
your mouth moves
to make the sound
of the first letter of her name

somewhere

deep down

in the back of your head

you hear my name instead
 Mar 2021 Gwendolyn Alaine
Sacha
He heared our song
Please forgive me
I couldn't stop it in time

He didnt even know
You were on my mind
But i could feel it

He even said that it was good
My heart broke into pieces

I didnt mean to share with him
A moment that was just ours
sound like nicotine
water etching against the bathtub
blood soap and porcelain
ice in the cavities of my heart
eventualities we left far behind
with the endless supply of could-have
and some songs sound like you

and they taste like honeyed ***
thats been tasted too long
like brain freeze i can’t stop replaying
because this sound
nicotine and you
is more addictive
than a burning cigarette
you light me
 Feb 2021 Gwendolyn Alaine
Sage
Happiness is like an ice cream truck.

In our most innocent stages, it's a moment of exhilarating bliss. As the smooth ice cream bar danced across your taste buds, you knew everything would be okay.

But we're older now.

Ice cream trucks become ****** vans and anxiety.
We never had a chance.
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