Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Call Me By Your Name

316 miles and I feel every inch


I ask about your family

You never fucking check in on me


You said to me let’s be friends

This isn’t that


You talk about me

I haven’t been able to spit out your name in like 8 something years


You pool in my chest, I’m convinced I’m cursed

316 miles and I no longer own a single thing you’ve touched

The blue, paint-splattered sweatpants are gone, the car’s been sold


Even if I could speak your name would anything change

It just pains me too much


Bethany 


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