the third and final bedroom

I forgot about your broken arm,
Your crooked bone.
About the sounds you make when you smoke
And when you come.
 

I forgot about the moles on your back
I used to trace them with my nails,
Make a map -
I forgot how lost I got following that.
 

I forgot about the ways you crush me
With a single clause
How you'd make it all okay
When you'd get me horizontal.
 

But last night, after our last fight,
I saw you only for your flaws. Still
You slipped between my better judgment and my lips
And I wished I'd never called.
 

I laid there frozen,
Let you make the motions -
When you rolled over I watched you fall
And I finally forgot why I ever loved you at all.
 

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