if you see my pride tell it to hitch a ride on me, cause i lost it somewhere
between the magnetism of him and the pull on me.
i am a damaged woman who just learned that i can cry without making tears.
i can spend years in love and another love springs fresh and new in the corner
but it needs nurture and a feeding to grow.
not a one-sided confessional in which i am the sinner and he's nothing but a saint.
so i put it back into the corner, i can look at it every now and again, like an old photograph of 2 friends, a memory of lunchtime conversation and sharing iphone love songs by passenger and the cure.
i bite my tongue. i sit on my hands. eggshells. egg shells.
he'll never taste my tongue. he'll never feel my hips. he'll forever be a memory of something beautiful and unopened. the present that my santa god took back, shaking his finger in my face, saying you have been a naughty girl this time!
for my folly, i deserve this black hole. if only for tonight.
there will be other vincentes in my shanty world. a john or two. maybe even a moe or sebastian. and if i meet romeo, god put me out of my misery before i get in too deep.
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