you are an ache in the tongue

a bitterness I sip

when the curtains are closed

I've stomped on your name

spread dirt over its carcass

yet somewhere in my flesh

something lays soft for you

curling your words about it

on cold nights

its pathetic 

I know

I grip time between my teeth

hoping it's strong enough

to wash away 

your taste

I will never bend my fingers

or my soul

to admit

you were more of me

than I could afford to lose

but I've grown accustomed to loss

it doesn't make me doubt 

it only makes me 

empty

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[tressa]

you were more of me than i could afford to lose......nailed it.....