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It took more than one try

With your words and your lies.

The crisp bite of your breathing on my pale young neck.

The bedsheets were crinkled.

Wrinkled,

Like the edges of your lips.

The taste of old liquor. Whisky. Cigarettes.

Our carpet was covered, in a map of mold.

Mountains of regret. Steaming as they grow old.

Your arm was once innocent. Pale. With fluid blue veins.

I fucked it all up, replaced the old days with track marks and stains.

Your mother said to fuck off.

Your father didn’t show up.

I still held you tight.

I wanted to be rough.

I wanted you back.

The old days but new.

But when I look in your eyes,

I see you.

You dancing in the rain.

The drops of water rolling slowly down your soft cheek.

You laying on my chest.

Your head bobbing to my heartbeat.

I get mad at myself, for doubting your beauty.

So thank you my friend,

For your trust.

For your forgiveness.

For you.