even if it looks as if I am living my life

I am always writing in my head

about the time my hydrangeas stopped blooming and turned green

that time I waited inside the Met looking at the Greek statues and you never showed up

going to the top of Tokyo and almost barfing

your manicured hands on my pre-teen skin

the apartment number I lost my virginity in

picking you up after a meeting and having a latte

Crying in a bathroom with blood on my thighs

confessing to a tombstone

never going to church except for weddings and funerals

loving you more than you ever will

expecting too much from nothing

making lists of dog bones, tablecloths and mouthwash

and still you somehow squirmed yourself into my words again

without ever trying.

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I wrote this poem last year in one shot with no edits, and it is the only poem in my book, LOVE & METAXa, that was added in the 11th hour. I removed one poem and added this one instead.

I also read it during my YouTube interview and I explain the story of what happened.

Thank you for reading. Please leave a comment to let me know what you think. I am so grateful to you, the reader, for coming back every day to read my blog. It means the world to me.💕

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