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Reaching still for you The way you reach for me In the morning Your right arm wrapped around my belly Butterflies Fluttering inside Crying for you still The way you cried At Hey Arnold Your saltwater coursing through your cheeks Tasting my tears Like the salt rim around the margarita I drink to forget you But I will never forget you Your soul in ingrained in my brain I close my eyes (awake) and see your crooked front teeth I close my eyes (asleep) and see us laughing, swinging And you will remember me The way I left you Like a crackhead leaving their daughter behind Only to be reconciled a decade later Resentment isn’t the word, neither is forgiveness “You won’t be happy with me But give me one more chance You won’t be happy anyway” Maybe I’ll sing your favorite song at karaoke And bring the house down with sadness Like when you sang Skyway Your cinnamon flavored voice booming I always put an excess of it in my oatmeal Although it makes my eyes Water I should drink some water I should get some sleep I should take my meds I will dress in black I will chain smoke my spirits I will drink myself to a stupor ZzzzZZZzzzzzz tired ZZzzzzzZZZZ ZZZZzzzzZ sleeping ZZZzzzzzZ ZzzZZZZZZzZ living ZzzzZZzzZz ZZzZzZzzzZZ dead ZzZzZZzZz
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
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Reaching still for you The way you reach for me In the morning Your right arm wrapped around my belly Butterflies Fluttering inside Crying for you still The way you cried At Hey Arnold Your saltwater coursing through your cheeks Tasting my tears Like the salt rim around the margarita I drink to forget you But I will never forget you Your soul in ingrained in my brain I close my eyes (awake) and see your crooked front teeth I close my eyes (asleep) and see us laughing, swinging And you will remember me The way I left you Like a crackhead leaving their daughter behind Only to be reconciled a decade later Resentment isn’t the word, neither is forgiveness “You won’t be happy with me But give me one more chance You won’t be happy anyway” Maybe I’ll sing your favorite song at karaoke And bring the house down with sadness Like when you sang Skyway Your cinnamon flavored voice booming I always put an excess of it in my oatmeal Although it makes my eyes Water I should drink some water I should get some sleep I should take my meds I will dress in black I will chain smoke my spirits I will drink myself to a stupor ZzzzZZZzzzzzz tired ZZzzzzzZZZZ ZZZZzzzzZ sleeping ZZZzzzzzZ ZzzZZZZZZzZ living ZzzzZZzzZz ZZzZzZzzzZZ dead ZzZzZZzZz
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23/F/chicago
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
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