The voices at the back of my mind hum familiar phrases.
I like you better when I watch you grow smaller in the rearview mirror.
I feel trapped under every word these selfish lips mutter,
Time heals all except for fury.
Our friendship slipped through our shaky fingers,
If I tell one more story in these lines,
I don’t quite believe that remorse exists, At least not like the greatest poets describe it.
Your dishonesty shields you from my forgiveness,
Maybe I’m meant to love people from a far,
I give into my sweet tooth, Give into my desires.
I write dozens of breakup notes each evening,
You must have confused me for another jailor,
What if I played you like a broken drum?
They dig the wells deeper on this side of town.
I’m looking for reasons to stay in the sand,
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