​melissa’s poem pt1

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Bedbug - Pop

​melissa’s poem pt1

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I think I inherited skyline eyes from my parents Always on my way the other side of the river but never really there Do I ride each wave of emotion like I'm not afraid of getting wet How about a map of all the places you accepted love? How about the moon in an apron and heels, waiting for you to come home? How about clocks with eyeliner Ticking, ticking, blinking, blinking? I am learning all the different ways to tell time I put my head down on a grassy knoll and I tell myself how I really feel I look at your pretty new girlfriend's feet in her sandals Maybe she is also a clock We have nothing more to say to each other so we talk about the weather The weather didn't ask to be talked about The weather is a friend we dragged here and who we owe a soda I know the subway like the back of a cereal box that's tasteless, but okay for my cholesterol My joke isn't the funniest and I'm not trying to perfect it I let it grow a white fungus beard at the bottom of the fridge of my ego What a silly thing, trying so hard to be loved My coat is at the bottom of the closet Underneath pockets full of receipts You peeled off the glue that kept us together There aren't even fun flakes anymore My friends make plans about making my room yellow after I move And I suggest no other color I like yellow

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