I wish I had marked you
a love bite on your left shoulder
the shape of a heart
so others will know
I was there
and that you will never again be who you were before me
you once called me and told me you loved me
It is not the heart that breaks
but the ribcage meant to keep it safe
I still look for you in every crowd I’m in
I know your face like the back of my own hand
the scar on your forehead, I have seen it a million times
you are everywhere but here
and I’ve forgotten how I used to be yours
I wan’t to write about you
but I can’t
I am the best fucking thing to ever happen to you, and for you to let me go now would be insane, but I always knew you were a crazy one, that’s why I chose you
you told me you were sorry and you took me home
I had missed you
before you, I had quit smoking, but you always tasted of cigarettes and when you left they became my substitute
and now I need nicotine more than I need you
or so I like to tell myself
my kids: dad what’s for supper?
me: ooh hunny i am serving looks tonight
kids: we haven’t eaten in 3 days
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I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.
If you name your child after any licensed Coca-Cola product they pay for their college tuition, similarly if you name your child after any Olive Garden menu item, they eat free for life. Don’t ask me how I know, this is the information they try to keep from you.
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