Edge I

I bit my lips wide open; ruined them.I know what it was to leave you in your bed.To feel you against my skin for the lasttime as I sat against your sink andsmelled you in my hair. (No, No, No)Empty rose petals were swallowedby screwdrivers made of bone.I sucked and sucked for moreflavor from the petals, tucked the singleflower up against my windshield,then watched as the wind gentlycarted it away. Without ceremony,the smell of tea leaves still in the air.You felt yourself here, in the alcove atthe back of the house, where I watchedyour shoulders (God, I love your shoulders) leave.We are nostalgic messes, fumbling toconnect. And here I come apart.Please miss my fingernails.Please miss my rose-scented lips.Please miss the night(s) you saw it all.

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