i’m sorry
that i’m not sorry
with the champagne
pink smudges
like two glasses
of liquor you
clinked your nose
to my cheeks
cheers
for everlasting
love
i have a bad habit
of leaving marks
on people’s lives
i would purposely
misplace things in
their cars
leave notes
carve touches on
their skin
you can’t get rid of me
as how you would brush
off my apologies
but you can’t help
looking at the stain
on your white shirt
any bleach won’t
clean it like
you have mashed up
my mind with the
thoughts of you
i would buy you another
shirt,
but it will never feel the same
although it’s new
like how irreversible
my feelings are
for you.
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