Young Mad Love

Better off dead
is what she
said in bed.
I erased fate
to save face
Hate me sometimes,
her lips read.
Take it back,
or pound sand,
my eyes read
of salty sass.
An idea born
in a song
I hold close
lies that comfort
me at night
in the coolness,
the stillness rushes
through the eyes
of a lover,
who isn’t there.

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2022 AC)

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