Berry blue memories pressed between pages of a book you gave me- unread
Stained like my carpet freshman year of college where we played spin the bottle,
just the two of us with blackberry wine on our breath
Sitting three pages apart
We look at eachother that way and you just sigh
Love is mourning, painful and tired
Ached over breaths on sheets
Sometimes all I think about
So we would kiss other people other times
We’d just sit alone in my apartment
In that corner under the stairs
Spinning green glass in the blurred light of my tv
Playing some static weather program
but you don’t know Prince
Don’t know shit else just
songs from films and punk rock
You look at me that way, like a million times before
And like a million times before I return glances
At all, we refuse to kiss or laugh or touch at all, at all
Angst is agony is sacrifice is more
And so you spend another night
Laying beside me on the floor
And emailing them to me to critique
One of those times we play
You forget which bottle is full
Your love lives vicariously through a plum colored circle on my brown carpet
Unremoveable even by dish soap
At all, permanent long after we don’t know eachother at all, at all
You used to give me books for gifts
And I would picture myself
Thumbing through the pages
waiting for someone else to sit down
Someone I love, someone else at all
Because it is easier that way
Missing you vicariously through
Never reading those books
You were one of those people
Never forgot a birthday, never forgot a moment
You kiss me vicariously through
At all, we don’t love eachother at all, at all
I never get my security deposit back
I never forget your birthday
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