your laugh was a song that I played when I wanted to swim naked.
with every little melody I ducked under the water and held my breath.
my lungs were as blue as my heart, bruised up from the inside out.
how could I not see that your rusted lips were bent on deception?
or that both your arms were behind your back,
I bet you were crossing your fingers as I came out of the waters fully clothed.
we built a tee pee fire to dry out even though you never got wet,
I guess you wanted me to be like you, but I never quite made it, did I?
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
