her small greasy hands
search through your hair
groping for a look
she’s seen on tv
that rotten acorn mess
I loved to tangle
across your eyes
always far off somewhere
she looks like the girl I thought you wanted to be with
my friends say she looks like me
I bet she tells you stories
about girls she's slept with
I bet you read her
my poems and laugh
the two of you
surrounded by clothing and smoke.
moving my stuff
into a pile
in the corner
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
her small greasy hands
search through your hair
groping for a look
she’s seen on tv
that rotten acorn mess
I loved to tangle
across your eyes
always far off somewhere
she looks like the girl I thought you wanted to be with
my friends say she looks like me
I bet she tells you stories
about girls she's slept with
I bet you read her
my poems and laugh
the two of you
surrounded by clothing and smoke.
moving my stuff
into a pile
in the corner
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