I take each letter of your name,
embroidered to my existence,
experiencing euphoria,
every instant.
You are enough.
I swear that it’s love,
mood music and medicine,
from your tips to my lips,
a picture of perfection,
with any face I can find.
You are not done.
Let a girl love,
moving from mishap to mishap,
misshapen heart,
broken and barren,
but able to beat,
for today’s true love,
whoever that might be.
You are the sun.
I sing my sad girl’s love song,
high above the clouds,
careful not to close my eyes,
so I can recall,
the fire of each finale,
charred on my cheeks,
that are sick of salty soliloquies.
You are undone.
I’m stranded in an ocean I created,
from all the certainties I was wrong about,
as you swim out,
like all the others,
because everybody loves a sad girl,
that they’re certain they can fix.
You are wrong.
You are gone,
as I hold my heavy heart shut.
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