day 48

TITLE "Tongue kissing with a porcelain god"






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I saw you at the party last night
You seemed upset with me
Asked
Why didn't you tell me you were going out?



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I know you really meant
You don't love me as much anymore

Is this true

If this is true
How broken do we have to be
to break each other just a little bit more

Fragile chipped tooth smiles
at the girl next door
I will walk you home to make sure you're sleeping alone tonight

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You left me at my door step

Watched me fidget key to lock
as I opened up a jail cell
for myself

It is a cruel punishment

To push your lover into a home she does not want to be in

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Last night
I was
tongue kissing with a porcelain god

All my sober thoughts of you
started to rearrange themselves in order of
sadness

I cried last night

Now I understand why we are so broken
We are too porcelain fragile
and not cautious at all

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But you never asked me what I was going to do last night