My poems probably make you angry but
Mourning is a messy journey
One moment my chest is a shattered windshield
With a broken wiper smearing my heart juice
The next I'm dancing sexy in the shower
And belting out ace of base in the car
You back your car in now
Thats the only difference between you
And my man
But twice you parked it like him
And I think that was worse because the hope that still lives in my heart
Screamed he's home
And I sat waiting to hear you come in
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