Super rough. Been a while.
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I check your name against the news
back in our hometown,
still saturated in bruises,
I beg my heart to slow down
slow down, please
Might find you at the grocery store
when they broadcast our songs
no car on the highway anymore
choking down the playlist, not gone
still take the floor from under me
Think of your car in the backyard,
The thin line of fence,
Think of you in footsteps, I always turn,
streets seem safer with strangers now,
like going inside wouldn’t be too late
I was warming my hands on your chest, but
now I’m locking my windows and shutting my blinds
staring at the places you used to sit
like you’d be there if I let myself blink
you’d buy me drinks to make me weak
erase my body and pretend to sleep
cant reconcile the memories,
cant reconcile you next to me
I check your name against the news
back in our hometown
still resting on the edge of a blade
still dreaming that I’ll find you there,
knowing that I’ll find you there.
The art of spilling over 