has ever done to me
has always
poured out of me
in spirals
of poison
tears
and betrayals.
Heartache breeds creativity.
But now
I’m trying
to learn
to grow
to notice
to look for
to document
all of the seductive things
you whisper
the way your hands
clasp mine
the curves of your lips
in your devious smirk
the way your teeth feel
on the back of my neck
so there never comes a day
where I risk
forgetting.
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