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they say I'm
a joke
and I wish you would've
stuck around
to hear the punchline.



Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
I'm too lonesome for any words to handle
hey babe do you wanna come over later?
listen to the 1975 and hold hands for a few hours in my bed.
we can talk about the old days when we were just friends and were just strangers.
and talk about the universe while the billions of stars around us shine.
you make me inexplicably happy
and it's getting harder
trying to find a more elaborate way
to describe this feeling
you deserve so many pretty things written for you
46.
Love people whose names you aren't afraid to speak at high volumes.
Names that can stain your teeth with melancholy as they paint over laugh lines of euphoria.
Love a name that tells you a story as it rolls off your tongue, syllables as sweet as children in summertime.
What is in a name?
Mothers, fathers, lovers, wanderers.
Love a name worth remembering.
the rim of your beer can
tastes like your stale cigarettes
I don't know... It happened, so I wrote it.
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