when we were still friends
you asked me
if I wanted to go shoot some hoops with you
I told you I hadn't played for a long time
you said that was okay
but I never got to go with you
I would have liked
to see you running up and down the court
to see your smile when you made a shot
to know if your complex heart
was racing inside that cage
some days when you would drive me
to my welding class
I'd see a basketball
tucked safely in the floorboard
of your back seat
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
