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One Hundred
Marshmallows are roasting on my campfire,
Losing their fluff in the flickering flame,
And I’m here waiting
Like a Styrofoam peanut.
I’m waiting for the day you’ll come back again.
I’m done with you, but I never will be done.
You see,
I loved you. I saw our future together,
What did I do to get
My chest ripped open?
You reached inside, skipped my kidneys,
Grabbed my spine, broke a rib.
Now I can’t feel my legs.
I opened my mouth and out came
Green fire. So green…
And it burned my face to little red ashes
That I force-fed myself.
I can still feel them burning
With the heat of embarrassment.
You reached between my ribs,
You pulled my heart out in pieces,
And I stole them back, tried to glue them back in.
Did you know that self-pity
Can melt glue?
‘Cause I do.
Will you watch a movie with me?
Can you look me in the eye?
The marshmallows are burning.
I think I’m going to die.
It’s only a kissing game,
But when you pull away
I want you to be my stranger.
I want to know what happened to you.
Your eyes look like heartbreak.
I asked.
You looked at the wall.
I must learn to settle with
Three words
Before I have to change them:
Maybe; probably not.
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