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Mar 2018
Between the whiskey
He said
You are now composed and calm, gentle and
sweet. Never *******, never crazy
Smiles with your mouth closed,
No more pouts, no more kitty noises.

But I remember you
As a kitty on my couch, arms stretched
Wicked light in your eyes, pouting and
crying, madly jealous, a little whirlwind of
passion and lush, throws your head back
laughing at your own lame jokes.

Another shot
He said
you are the perfect wife now.
You put your hair up, wiped off the rouge
Slipped out of the heels and picks up him
when he is drunk and all alone.

But I remember you
As a *****, turning heads, red lips and dress
Curls teasing my heartstrings, heels to the sky
Stumbles into my arms, alcoholic breaths,
whispering I was the only one you will ever love

We finished the glass, he laughed.
We all yielded
into the changing course of life, and I will
never tell anyone my heart continues to
carry the oaths of forever for a girl that I pushed
out of my arms.
broken hearts
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BW
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