girl with him,

the words on those walls
all keep saying
that I shouldn’t give up
looking at the twist
of your hair and the dark
parts of your eyes
but you shouldn’t have brought me
to a place where I couldn’t forget you
sprawled out against me and the night
when I could never tell you how
much you deserve

should stick to prose,
stubbornly waiting

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