*****
God. Why can't I shake you.
Why can't I?
It's the memories.
And the thought of what could have been
so enticing.
My body curves just like my letters.
Give me the alphabet and I could run circles around you.
Give me the night
and I'd be around you.
You know it's true. That's the way it always ends up.
With me and you
Putty in my hands.
Soft. Hard. Soft. Hard.
I collect these things
stones in my pocket.
Reminders - evidence - tangible
Things that they all said.
I remember it all.
It's tragic.
Really.
The things I waited for you to say.
The way you treated me.
How it ended.
Blink.
You said I was just like candy.
Lets start again.
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