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Sex with him makes me miss sex with you
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2013
Maybe this is why I hate being alone
Because I bring so many people with me
Carry them just below my breast bone
Left side
Pumping their memories into my veins like bad heroin
Maybe that’s why I avoid places I have been
Coffee shops
Stores
Bus routes
Because I feel them
See them in their absence
Maybe that’s why I fill all my time
Force my blood to flow faster
Clear them out
Never letting it move slow enough to whisper their names
Maybe that is why I took the next bus
To finally let my blood cool
Sit with your ghost over coffee
So my heart can cuddle his body after whiskey
And be fooled into thinking I’ve left you behind
This is real poetry
I enjoyed this beautiful gloom you have created for my mind to over- indulge iself in. I felt it creep into my vein, then the familiar sting of the poisoned memories return, sparking an un expected aversion to "those places".
and i know you already know the ones. Bravo.
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thank you
I am glad you enjoyed the read
Much Love
Ashley
From the title onward I was
From the title onward I was hooked on this powerful piece. Look forward to more!
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thanks
Much Love
Ashley