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I Haven’t Thought About You For Thirty Seconds (She Lied)

On Wednesday, I am wrapped up in reminiscing,

about falling asleep to the familiar glow of your name in my notifications last night,

the night before too, how we met in my dreams,

the softness of your kiss, outside of my front door,

blankets and pillows that cannot be shared, because I give you my body, whenever you ask, but I am selfish with bedding.

I’m just thinking about it,

without even meaning to do it,

biscuits, broken chairs and your Marilyn Monroe coaster,

that holds my drinks,

and my attention,

(I wonder if you like her movies,

or if you like her sadness?

Someone told me once,

that I reminded them of her,

because we were sad girls, in the spotlight,

and now,

she reminds me of you,

and that gets a little constant in my head,

like your name gets constant on my lips,

when you touch me)

it all surrounds me,

and I am sat peacefully,

watching you find your way into my thoughts,

letting me get lost,

in you.

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