when you are drunk, you like to sleep with three pillows- i like to sleep with two.
but there are only four on my bed, so i will sacrifice my comfort just for you.i will change my hair, and because you think it suits me- i will paint my nails blue.
i was never too fond of the colour,
but i would do just about anything for you.i have stopped smoking my remedies
because you don't like it.
and i no longer go to clubs, or to bars.
you gave me a paper swan on that first sunday night, and so now i keep memoirs of you in small glass jars.for you, i will stay up until the early hours of the morning,
because you have trouble sleeping.
and then sometimes, without warning,
i am saddened by the pictures of her still in your keeping.i would change anything about myself,
even though we are not together.
how long will you love her?
will it fade?
or will it last forever?
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𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞
Poetry© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.