My lips might regret it.
It’s killing me to say it,
but nothing gold can stay.
The rust between us has
ruined the best of us.
Trust has withered
into a shell of its former self.
Your smokey eyes mislead
me about what you did
and where you went.
It’s like a love song:
You can’t fool us
’cause we know what you are.
This thing between you
and I remains scary,
but the antidote to our withdrawal
rests in the painkiller
lying in the arms of the other forever.
(© 2022 AC)
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