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Colton
The first time I ever heard
 The hum of your saxophone 
 Blown by soft, dark lips
 I realized
 That though many falsities 
 Continuously click through my teeth
 One that I can’t dare utter
 Is that I do not love you
 
 Throughout the year I’ve known you
 I’ve seen your inevitable demise
 Hazed eyes hidden by the black tangles of your hair
 Blossom into a beauty
 Unfit for my own 
 I once considered so clear
 Now riddled with the lines
 I so painstakingly carved 
 In order to retain the memory of your existence
 
 Because at least I know
 That our goodbye
 Is foreshadowed by a heavy black night 
 There will be no
 Nostalgic sigh
 As we embrace for the last time
 Thought it appears that way now
 
 And when we sneak glances
 Beneath the grasp of your girlfriend
 Our eyes may be full
 Of the warmest summer
 Ever to kiss this God-forsaken town
 It won’t always be this way
 
 So let’s suck down the lies
 While we can
 Let me keep choking
 On the hope that maybe I’ll be Cossette 
 And that, of course,
 I’m not pretending
 I feel nothing
 When I am near year
 That my body doesn’t
 Moan with the pain 
 Of wanting you
 
 No, our smiles are restricted
 To tight lips held carefully
 Over a slate of shaking teeth
 Yours shaking
 For the taste of her
 Mine shaking
 With the taste of this poem
 And eventually
 The bonds will break
 That holds my tongue tightly
 In the back of my throat
 And that’s when even you
 Will realize
 That it won’t always be this way
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