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Party of 1

I cancelled my dinner plans.

I’ll eat the lump in my throat as you tell me you’re not ready.

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Fuck the Bride

Always a bridesmaid

But never a maid of honor

Always a good friend

But never a best friend

Always an aunt

But never a godmother

Always a date

But never a girlfriend

Always trying

But never enough

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I have new clothes you’ve never seen

slimmer curves you’ve never caressed

inches of hair you’ve never run your hands through

and smiles you’ve never brought to my lips.

The only thing you get is my past.

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I live in a big empty apartment with my big empty heart, surrounded by the hollow spaces where you used to be.

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I catch your eye across the room

You loop your arm around my waist

I tell myself it’s true this time

You tell me all about your dates

I let you break my heart again

I’ll let you break it every time

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The cloudy sunset turned the white bricks pink.

You said it matched my strawberry blonde hair and the rosé in my hand.

I’m sure it matched the blush on my pale freckled skin when your lips finally touched mine.

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Do you remember the night the sky cried?

The clouds hung over us for hours.

We laughed and huddled under porch umbrellas untouched by the rain.

I let you walk away from our brief embrace with so much left unsaid.

I’ll forever regret not telling you how I feel.

Every time the sky cries, so do I.

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grey

You had to repeat yourself, I was too busy noticing the specks of grey throughout your hair.

I still can’t remember what you were wearing, my eyes wouldn’t leave your face.

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We love each other the way an ice cube melts in bourbon.

We don’t become one and we don’t separate, we spin together, draped around each other until there’s no way to tell where one begins and one ends.

Our love is liquid spun gold and we’re unapologetic alcoholics.

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The corner of Warren and 4th

You kissed the snowflakes from my lashes and even though my eyes were closed

I had never seen anything so clearly.

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Gone

You ignore the bruises on my wrist and I know you pretend not to see when your touch makes me wince.

I was damaged when you found me and like the colors that fade from black to blue to green then gone- you’ve erased some memories of him, starting to set me free.

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Something about tonight reminds me of Trastevere in early spring.

That was before we met and you were just a dream.

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This sun doesn't know you. The sun sees you as new as you want yourself to be. Rise bright, rise whole.

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well you know the old saying: it's all a matter of taste and either they're right and I'm wrong or I'm right and they're wrong or maybe it's some place in between. most of the people in the world could care less and I often feel the same way. -Bukowski

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