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I found it in the glass cabinet. The tequila, that is, Not you. Is nights like these, The ones where your image is burned into my retinas, Upside-down and backwards, Upside-down and backwards, You are burned upside-down and back wards. And not even marathons of ****** crime TV shows and remove you from me. These are the nights that in find my self in the glass cabinet. But there are nights that I welcome you. The nights where I smear charcoal across my face, Across my page, Upside-down and backwards Upside-down and backwards Seeking the blue that is your eyes. You are a welcome guest those nights, But I am not. It’s funny to me that you loved Salinger so, Seeing, as you are not as lucky as Holden. But your borrowed the book anyways. You are the reason that I can't wear belts, Because I always picture you in a way that I shouldn't It's your fault my pants sag. And you made out with a senior and I was jealous And you were screaming. You knew didn’t you? That you were going to leave me? I cannot tell if I am angry. You are gone. I am upside-down and backwards Upside down and backwards And we are broken.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
The Glass Cabinet.
I found it in the glass cabinet. The tequila, that is, Not you. Is nights like these, The ones where your image is burned into my retinas, Upside-down and backwards, Upside-down and backwards, You are burned upside-down and back wards. And not even marathons of ****** crime TV shows and remove you from me. These are the nights that in find my self in the glass cabinet. But there are nights that I welcome you. The nights where I smear charcoal across my face, Across my page, Upside-down and backwards Upside-down and backwards Seeking the blue that is your eyes. You are a welcome guest those nights, But I am not. It’s funny to me that you loved Salinger so, Seeing, as you are not as lucky as Holden. But your borrowed the book anyways. You are the reason that I can't wear belts, Because I always picture you in a way that I shouldn't It's your fault my pants sag. And you made out with a senior and I was jealous And you were screaming. You knew didn’t you? That you were going to leave me? I cannot tell if I am angry. You are gone. I am upside-down and backwards Upside down and backwards And we are broken.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
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