Every break up hurts a little worse
A little different
Cinnamon sweet, liquor-lacquered fast talkers
Engineers, business men, creators,
Players and their games
Different rules, and accents
Yet all present the same proof
That love is a mistake and
Opening up is always a greater risk
For the low reward of no regard
Each first hello in caution or excitement
Can only guarantee its own final scalding
A brutal and dramatic goodbye
seeped in delirious pain
You’ll never convince me otherwise,
to keep dreaming and believing in
My own stories and lies
I’ve already spent
the best years of my life
betting my chips
Letting them in, getting my kicks
and taking my licks
From heavy petting and sloppy wet
Kisses on my plumb and pink lips
And as I reminisce now
I find Myself in the thick of memory
Where the plainest of truths
reveals itself to me
Not one single prick was ever worth
The blood in my eyes
September 7, 2020
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