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For the Story Teller

We stood smoking cigarettes In the almost summer sun That’s when I noticed him For the first time Standing a bit to close ..

You must have fallen in deep this time Head first into your darkest closet Where your shadow men were waiting Glass and future in hand Blinded y..

Ah… Somewhere in the last year His fires cooled To a charcoal ash Closed off once closeness Pity shimmers across his face..

I was entertaining the idea Of you again After seeing that smile on Tuesday afternoon With those dimples and alluring eyes ..

I can be the bad guy The villain Or the criminal If it helps you sleep at night Helps to swallow Each sip that drove us apart ..

I quitYou and the idea Regardless of the fluttery sensation And the loss of gravity when we kissed I can’t have this emotional pus..

I ripped your roots right out of here Like a thorny weedGrowing unwanted in my freshly plantedGarden.

My fires are crackling and burning While yours are sputtering and growing cold Engulfing in a new direction. You took whatever flammable I had S..

I will be on white sand soonWith that purifying sun and crystal waters Washing away the Tension and stress I have built up over the passing months..