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the sun's coming up and i'm waiting for you to invite me over and greet me at the door with vermouth mixed with water

wondering what exactly i was that wasn’t worth coming back for, how desperately i wanted billy to pull the trigger proving layla had been no better than i

understanding i had loved you enough to have ended up in west virginia in a hotel room without a passport and still you lied to me and just how lucky i was to be shivering in my own clean bed

the day you broke up with me i had errands to run with my mother

she said it was like i had been wiped clean

sheets smelling of bleach

and cold and sunrise and fresh air through the open window making the curtains sway

pacing polished hardwood in pretty clothes and nails and makeup and hair and far too angry to write

I've had all the wine i was saving for us on the watchtower by laurel creek after exams when we both had time

i'm not expecting you

nor was i when i got all pretty

or when you introduced yourself (a redundancy)

or when you decided you loved me

why wait then?

although -

i fear i may be rotting from inside