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Jun 2015
We watched serial killers, bibles and we ate wings
My lips stung and you asked me why I didn’t kiss you when we ******
You called me several times but I never picked up

When we met the first thing you gave me was a look of awe and the first thing you told me was that I was beautiful
I believed you and I never believe anyone
You took me to the island and we talked about super powers and we met thrice but dreamt of getting a cute one bedroom apartment and kissing in wet parking lots in cars in the dark ignoring everyone outside every night of our lives
One of life’s little mysteries is that it didn’t hurt but we both just stopped and I didn’t care

I remember the thick snow that coated the ground and how fast the seasons changed since the last time I was on the hill
I parked in the middle of the street and a stranger hopped in next to me and took me back to his room
We smoked outside and drew with crayons and talked about very real things
I felt something for the first time since my heart broke, but when I woke you were gone and I walked back alone with my breathe idling in front of me and I never saw my favorite pair of thigh highs again

Your **** was small and you ******* me like a dog ******* a shoe
I pitied you and I pitied me and I let it happen anyway

We got a noise complaint saying that they had to tell their 3 year old girl no one was being murdered next door
We never had *** again but we still became soul mates
The kind where you were my favorite friend in the rain and I wore your shirts and boxers when I was cold but mainly whenever we were near each other we were bare and exposed and warm from whiskey but never felt the urge to go further than platonics
You dared me to *** in the shower and I refused but two minutes later you smelled it and your cat scared itself and we laughed so hard we cried then fell off the bed and laughed so hard we farted
I never had that comfort before you
I miss that comfort sometimes still

We jumped over couches and you slipped in and got your socks soaked
Empty beer bottles and cigarette butts caked my table and you let me pick the music
Then we crawled under my sheets and watched shows that gave me nightmares when I was seven
You drove a state to see me but I only kissed you once
I wanted to feel alive again and the closest I got was eating in the dive Chinese restaurant while talking to your roommate as you were getting food next door

We made love, we make love, we made love. Under warm honey-colored sheets, I am alive again and I made love.
My eyes burn
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My eyes burn  Seattle.
(Seattle.)   
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