probably not haikus

it occurred to me
that maybe you were right
about some of those things


you made me French Press
it was strong
it was dark
it was never enough


oh fuck your smiley face
I’m taking back Sunday’s
one bite at a time


he sits there across
from me
it’s unfortunate
that he is


the ache and the longing
the smell of your skin
a lost lullaby


you so pretty
strutting down Hollywood
your heart bleeds
all over me


she rocked me back and forth
under the weight of her confidence
I bloomed



My name is Liz
I hate fairies
and animals
and children.)


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