I spit it out time after time.
Everything I touch keeps breaking.
The heat and booze left me melting.
Feeling of rope tied around my wrists.
I just couldn't stand that stupid movie.
I made etchings of broken glass to cope.
It left me with a sickly feeling.
Sometimes his name comes up.
Remember when we ate shrimp po' boys in the rain?
We tried to be quiet so your parents wouldn't hear.
I miss your screw sometimes.
It did me in.
All the loss and change and self-blame punished me.
I was abandoned in black space.
Could you taste it?
Last year I came in last place.
Last year mornings were too much to take.
Last year I spent listening for the clang of the iron gate.
Last year you left me at last.
Broke all the rules last year.
Boy you were something.
What a blue girl you created boy.
Last year I went broke.
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