There is something about the neon that reminds me of your smile
Late at night when I drive home
I think about the fact that you’re somewhere looking at the same moon I am
Yes
I can’t ever quite put my finger on it but I doubt you were ever happy
Your words were heavy
Your touch never lingered
There were so many shadows
I only knew you in silhouettes
Some things will hurt forever I’m guessing
Like teeth sinking into heart
You are cannibal
No one knows this but even after all these days and weeks
I still smell of you
I’ve grown tired of washing out all the stains I’m home to.
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