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It was nearly the cracked red nail polish flaking away
from the propositions it faced while rooming next to cuticles
so meticulous I thought I'd hyperventilate.
And then there was you with those sad drunken eyes babbling
about college and your attachment to the scent of my pillow
like it offered you a shield from your addictions.
I didn't even know you that well but I was tired so I
let you sleep there while my arm hung off the side of the bed
and the mess of your life lay dormant in the sheets we were between.
I didn't feel you wrap your arm around me until I was snug
too gone to care where you've been before now because there was
protection hidden somewhere in that cigarette breath.
I fingered the strings of your hoodie accidentally falling over
my shoulder and banged my head on all your imperfections people
were so eager to point out.
I thought it would be like rapping on a window to a long abandoned
house and expecting a response but it was more like taking home
an emaciated cat.
And here we are prone to mixing oil and water as if undercurrents
aren't prone to carrying us away on damaged vocal chords and
fleeting romance that you love to chase with me.
I scaled the walls of the storm you're caged in because of the
no questions asked policy you signed on the dotted line after the
secretary in my head pointed it out to you.
So now I've pulled you out of the bottle of beer you're sleeping
off
and I lie next to you half-conscious wondering why you wanted me
only to remember it's obvious whenever the earth quakes.
There was never a time that you didn't.


 
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