This one needs more growing. I'll come back to it, I promise.
i'm one-half of a slinky,
and the other, he, stretches farther and farther.
This only ends with a thwack or a snap.
"Come back," i beg, my hand supported by my best friend's
i know he can hear me.
He pulls a tongue, hers,
i can taste the expiry date on the sweet nothings.
i know she wouldn't have wanted any of this.
This is about us, not her.
He bites. A tooth comes loose. And then he turns to pick it up.
Gravity does its thing.
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Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.