you theorize
over breakfast with Jane Doe
and you realize
you've hit an
4 a.m. and nothing new
you wear your shiny Sunday shoes
dirty
cupcake babe
she is giving you heartbreak aches
but I really don’t
her smile doesn’t always win
they say she’s crazy
her mind reads
watching the pattern of cracks on the wall forever
knowing them
I called to see if you are back
but I feel
I hear your shoes sigh on the floor
you’re drunk on
in my room
I'm the only guest
and in your dry-cleaned thoughts
you walk with me through chewed up streets
you try a
I never thought that you might leave
you never bought that
sticky summer and forever tired
I’m getting number every time I’m
I always wanted to find out
about the many ifs and
I thought you always hated
those lipgloss girls Jules and Jim
it's
tuesday headache
you make my day break into cornflakes
English shortbread
and cr
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