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Rainy Sunday
Rainy Sunday
I drank so much when I found out
you were leaving:
so much coffee, so much whiskey,
I tried to capture the excited feelings I
had lost in you
and spilled it down my throat.
afraid of disappearing
beneath the grief of your absence,
afraid of becoming a ghost
in a white sheet,
floating along the floorboards
wishing to be seen.
(you were not
everything
to me, but you were
so much of my world)
what were you thinking
when you went to sink your teeth
into my heart
but kissed my lips instead?
I drank so much I believe
I am made of liquid now
look here now,
here it is,
falling out of my eyes.
© Will
I drank so much when I found out
you were leaving:
so much coffee, so much whiskey,
I tried to capture the excited feelings I
had lost in you
and spilled it down my throat.
afraid of disappearing
beneath the grief of your absence,
afraid of becoming a ghost
in a white sheet,
floating along the floorboards
wishing to be seen.
(you were not
everything
to me, but you were
so much of my world)
what were you thinking
when you went to sink your teeth
into my heart
but kissed my lips instead?
I drank so much I believe
I am made of liquid now
look here now,
here it is,
falling out of my eyes.
© Will
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