I'm trying to recall How it felt to have A country home in your arms The scent of your cologne Blinds the fiber of my being A party as the world ends The beat of your heart Unsweetened lemonade On the tongue of my skin I used to excite your molecules False oxygen in your brain Fired by the microwaves of touch Is there a space for me at your table for two I make coffee for you in the A.M. Like you were real Like you're not in my bones Wear not my crown, the one I bought you To hide your gray hairs That I didn't mind as much as you Eighteen months later Love heart like water into the gutter Echoes on the empty McMansions Slinging profanity, vain words Of the love and devotion I used to feel, about us About you, you selfish cunt When all I wanted was you That's all I ever wanted.
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