bitter

Sour milk curdling at the corners of my mouth.

Was it necessary for you to think 

That I need you to live vicariously through?

I’ll spit it out and wipe it away,

But a crust will form and it’ll grow more and more

Bitter. 

 

I’ll wipe you clean and put you away,

Numb myself to your cheerful razors.

Still bitter, always bitter.

But maybe I just miss you.

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