8:01am 4/29

Bending straws,
the smell of you somehow I thought
I'd never be here again

somehow the hole in the wall is all my fault
everything is my fault but

you didn't kick me out
I saw you looking the other way,
not meeting my eyes and
bending straws

because you could,
they gave into you.

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I will tell you every awful thing I did
are you listening
autopilot, you said...
so I'll say them again
maybe somewhere they're still lingering
untamed by your walls or resting in
the curves of your ears
you let them sit and slowly go sour
until you wonder
why you let me in anyway.