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I didn’t even know how I liked my oat meal until the first time we had sex and I was hungry after

You brought me instant wild berry oatmeal, covered in milk and I swore we were breaking up

That shit was slimy enough on its own forget after covering it in liquid fat

I stopped sitting on faces and making jokes between the sheets

I never talk about Shakespeare because that belonged to you

Fireworks were ruined by him

Canadaday

ColumbiaLake

All of it tainted

I stopped moshing to my favourate local band

He was supposed to watch my sunglasses…

They still lay broken in the dish beside the door

Orgasms are right out

How can a body enjoy something that was once forced upon it?

And I haven’t worn a man’s pyjamas since there was a ring on my finger

So as far as today goes

In my books

S will always come before R

And the mosquito bites are worth it