#11

Lonely If you’re bitter
Be bitter with me..
Sit and tell me of this bitterness, the rancour which curdles words yet unformed on your lips.
Let it be.
But please, for my sake, do not pretend.
I have memorized the lines of your face, the meaning of every curve upon your lips.
I know.
My eyes know the poetry of your form, the secrets behind every light kiss. I know.
Remember,
I know.
If you think that this was to be,
Then maybe you’re right,
Maybe we live our lives in reminiscence.
But while I’m here, while this still is,
Do not keep me at bay, and make me watch.
Do not withhold yourself from me.
Your anger, your bitterness, your rage, your unhappiness
They are my pills to taste off, from your own lips.

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