Sixty-one: Ribbons

I haven’t thought about you in a long time. That’s sad.
You’re a perfect poem I didn’t write but is still mine.

I lied about you today.
I pretended you weren’t mine but some stranger’s.
What’s stranger still is the flow of the lie, thick and uncomfortable.
I lied the way I lost you.
I felt swollen and empty.
It made me want to cry

even though I never wanted you anyway.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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