A crush spooked me
in early October
stabbed my tired red eyes
with her sun-kissed skin
as I vowed to hide from love,
abandoning three words numb
to sleep under my tongue,
mapping endless back roads
for a place to call home.
A place in your bed will do,
but find you, I have to.
Brilliant lies, some of which,
I believed, manipulated fate,
luring me in for the win with another
kill shot on a notch resting on your
bedpost.
(© 2022 AC)
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