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Should this be a contract? Did you leave spaces for future amendments? Could you ask me for more ice cream? Rum and raisins, with a pink plastic spoon, you fed me and your friends but you would always save the last scoop for me. Did you know you brought me home?
Did I mention that I was shy? You anchored me to your feelings. Then you hide…

Should this be misleading? Did you talk to love and asked about me? Could you hold your breath and close your eyes? Lost and shaved, lately I’ve been a criminal, delicately wrapped in words to bring me down. Did you know that you should have verified?
Did you say I only tried? You anchored me to your feelings. Then you hide…

The red bag across your wry blue shirt,
Matching shoes on your display.
I saw you looking,
You took turns,
You took clever routes,
Around me.

It was nice to know that you’re still alive,
Amidst all the talking myths.
Languages inside,
You took smiles,
You took my attention,
Just like before.

Years and tears to learn your fallacious art,
Into my mouth with the fear of curves.
I saw you looking,
You took friends,
You took clever routes,
Nice try.