I eat my ex
With skin hair
Meat Bones
And everything he has on.
Inhale it with relish, like the last cigarette in the evening.
I want to inhale and forget that I need oxygen.
Away from the screen
Out of my brain
Mingle with him.
Like that time on the mattress, on the wooden floor.
The coffee in the morning
And missing digs in.
Like the pills and the white wine
I sell his thoughts for a few cents at the flea market and break the glasses
I had glued together when he drunkenly threw them at the walls.
The way Aperol drips from the ceiling
The way shadows started crying over me at night
The same shadows that appeared under my eyes
Cause I can't forget fear
I eat my ex
With skin hair
Flesh Bones
And with everything he's got on
And hope I forget him
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PoetryHe said he's a Junky An addict of Love Yet he hates my French kisses The most Cause they don't taste like the xannys and coke -Eden English and German poems of Love Drugs and Addicts
