musings & muses at 3am
12/12 He rubs my back like I'm a child again, the only kind of touch I tolerated lulling my insomnia on a school night hot breath, soft kisses on my neck My dark knight (on dark nights), when I waken from haunted dreams gallantly abandoning nocturnal things lulling my insomnia on a school night ex-lover souveniers 10/26 A 2-in-1 shampoo Expensive pillows you insisted on Vanilla ice cream for your next visit, These are the relics of my ex-lovers Like heads on a stake Post-apocalyptic souveniers Tokens from the battlefield A pawn shop of heartache I tiptoe precariously In my haunted house of vignettes Forever sweeping Neverending shattered glass
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