Wednesday

why do you hate me now?


Untied laces, untied tops, untied love.
You said you loved me, now we don’t talk.
Confused by this, my black heart sinks to
The bottom of my human ocean.  Don’t
Say things you don’t mean. Now every
Night right before the baseball game
My eyes cry, because the picture
Reminds me of you. 

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