pool tables leaning over me
pine trees screaming
denim on my skin
every inch hidden
thought it was a given.
soft and kind
loving and sweet
but taking nothing that makes me feel incomplete.
liquor signs lighting up the night
“not enough power in your backhand.”
whispered under the light
"love me right."
i'd say to the night.
but i liked the way our flame looked in the sunlight.
leaning into embrace
4am flight trying to get back to my life
no time to pay the price of what it could be
right?
silver kissing my knuckle
garden of my mind
i won't forget my flowers this time.
saying no thank you,
when offered a drink
i crave my own nectar
pouring lavender to sleep
have the in-betweens and the bars past 10
lungs on fire and glass down the street
need not show what you can offer me
i've got no extra seat
just a new season out east.
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