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I bought some chapstick. You said to get the kind you use, So it’ll remind me of you. In the parking lot, I unwrapped the tube and spread it on my lips, Indulging in what felt like you. The moisture repaired my cracked skin. A fresh start for my xerosis. Honey flavored! _I didn’t think twice._ When you called me two days later, My body froze with your news. _I knew you’d dump me._ Not so sweet after all. And now I have this ******* chapstick, Honey flavored, mind you, That brings me back to a place of a past time. I use this chapstick everyday, Hopeful that one day I’ll actually use it all. What we had will be gone. Two months have passed, And I can’t seem to make a dent. Will you always be around? At least my lips are always moisturized. As I moved on, I watched the parts of you that lingered in me Completely vanish. I began to notice, _The chapstick isn’t honey flavored._ It’s scented with hellos, Flowering bushes, Springtime summersaults, And fresh cider. Every spread of that chapstick tube I use, A part of you peels away, Like the dead skin that previously surrounded my lips. But the more I stare at that golden, honey design on the chapstick, The more I come to realize that it’s just chapstick. Nothing else. _No more, No less._
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 7:06 PM UTC
Chapstick
I bought some chapstick. You said to get the kind you use, So it’ll remind me of you. In the parking lot, I unwrapped the tube and spread it on my lips, Indulging in what felt like you. The moisture repaired my cracked skin. A fresh start for my xerosis. Honey flavored! _I didn’t think twice._ When you called me two days later, My body froze with your news. _I knew you’d dump me._ Not so sweet after all. And now I have this ******* chapstick, Honey flavored, mind you, That brings me back to a place of a past time. I use this chapstick everyday, Hopeful that one day I’ll actually use it all. What we had will be gone. Two months have passed, And I can’t seem to make a dent. Will you always be around? At least my lips are always moisturized. As I moved on, I watched the parts of you that lingered in me Completely vanish. I began to notice, _The chapstick isn’t honey flavored._ It’s scented with hellos, Flowering bushes, Springtime summersaults, And fresh cider. Every spread of that chapstick tube I use, A part of you peels away, Like the dead skin that previously surrounded my lips. But the more I stare at that golden, honey design on the chapstick, The more I come to realize that it’s just chapstick. Nothing else. _No more, No less._
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katelivesay
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 7:06 PM UTC
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