Don't think like that.
I'll be gone by the morning.
Smell my favorite sweater,
forget what you always try to remember.
"you're beautiful" are my clever words
because the camera turns
and you're inevitably hurt.
You play with fire
and expect to get burned.
You always said I was thinking of her.
Don't think like that.
You said I was your addiction.
Ghosts of valentines past whisper
this same affliction.
Quit me.
Say it with conviction.

In three months,
I'll ask you how you're doing
and you'll tell me that you're fine.
Such a pretty, busy mind.
We're all doing fine.
Such a pretty, busy mind.
My gentle mermaid.

Sawyer S.


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