I had glitter on my cheekbones

it's such a funny thought, now, with clear lines of
before & after;
before when you ate my lips and gnawed my words
dripping freshwater sexiness and tight black curls,
introduced me to friends I had no hope of impressing
and I didn't spot in their eyes the pity;
the pity of being another one
foolhardy taken in
by cat eyes and chicken wing arms, determined
to not fall into the chlorine water on a hot day and readjusting
my bathing suit to hide the hairs I missed on my
bikini line. but now - after;
would that I had nothing to say but you ain't crazy
you're mean, son.
you're sour as the sickly moon that
rode in behind you in a blaze of high ringing in my ears
and a tightness in my chest. stop.
breathe. it could be the pizza but who am I to say
if you affected my digestion - you certainly affected
my attitude towards mixing alcohol and kissing,
and in terms of the cigarette butts
flicked from fingers onto my bedside table - lord,
I want to keep them. cunt, cunt.
my mother said you were slippery but she only met you at christmas;
we were drunk for four days before escaping to london,
rattling around my city and we took too much e
on new years - I had glitter on my cheekbones -
and I told you I loved you but it was the high,
I swear it was the high. god help me.
 
 
 
 
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