I will live
forever
with my memories
living or
dead
(inside of me)
that the people I love the most
will never,
can never hear.
I have done bad things,
and I cannot take them back.
They are pieces of who I am today.
Sometimes they seem like the
only
thing I am.
I used to i n v e n t
love
when I needed to.
After years of depriving myself of love and yearning,
when love had finally been thrusted upon me,
the taste of it
d
e
m
l
ve e
overwhelmed my mouth
From its saccharine and tangy intensities.
It made my bones sing
and mouth wat
e
r
r
r
I was never pr ep a re d.
I hadn’t even done the dishes.
I never expected someone to come to my scullery,
and hunger for me.
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