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Feb 2018
Who would that thought that we would turn out this way
When you cracked open a beer, which I turned down knowing I had to drive away

And who would have thought
That I would have something to tell you,
I just don't want to ruin our night
Maybe I should just keep my lips sealed for a little longer
As long as yours are locking up mine
We should both be fine.

Meanwhile, outside the night goes ballistic
The shade is covering up your room
We're just as tangled as your hair,
My feelings following along
curling into a hundred different directions
And it's crazy how not being able to look into your eyes,
Everything all of a sudden becomes so easy

And who would have thought
That butterflies would startle me, as soon as yours disappeared
Or that I would finally hate how Gordon's make me feel like I'm drunk on love instead of alcohol.
And who would have thought
That a martini wasn't the only thing, you would stir up.

I never thought it possible to lose something you never had
So now the aftertaste of lemons is lingering in my mouth
And every time I see you
I've visually replaced her face with mine
And every time I see you
I try to fake a smile.
Been kind of MIA on here for a while (which should be good since poetry is my therapy and not writing means I'm genuinely happy).
So I'm trying to learn to write about all the good **** that happens, since the time between the events that inspire angsty crap like this becomes farer.
Louise Ruen
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Louise Ruen  19/F/Denmark
(19/F/Denmark)   
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