We ate cookies
like starving children
in a broken home,
with faded carpet
and cracks in the wall.

I told you how
every boyfriend
I've ever had
has told me
that he loves me.

I'm sick of having
someone for six
to seven months
of pure bliss,
only to discard them
and act as if
we hate each other
and always should have.

Still,
no one has ever kissed me
the way you did one night,
and even last night.
I left your house gasping
and smiling.
And I let you keep the
box of cookies.
 
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