Why?

Why do you cling to me

Like smoke from the stoop?

Why can’t I wash you out of my clothes

my hair

my mouth

my skin

my heart.

You have sewn yourself

so tightly into the fabric of my mind.

Why can’t I cut the ties?

Everybody has a heartbreaker,

but I wish you weren’t mine.

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