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Apr 2022
I know it's only my mind contouring his mouth into a smile and when I turn to walk away the velcro on his lips part; words like a choke-chain. But he has lyrics that remind him of somebody else etched into his hands, and she'll always be part of the plan.
He hums her song into my throat and we both pretend I don't understand.


I know its only my mind conturing these memories
into a highlight reel
And when I think I have healed, once more I unfold.
But I have words he spoke etched deeply in the fibre of my soul.
I always thought he would be part of the plan.
He doesn’t sing for me and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts,
But I understand.
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