orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
24 July 2011
Forehead frenzy
saying goodbye in public places like bus stops
you used to kiss me on my forehead
making my heart stop
(whenever anyone does that now
I find myself having to stop my hand from
reaching out and slapping them until they bleed.)
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