to the boy whose name still feel like cuss words dancing around my lips

tell me, in a parallel universe do I get to unlove you when it’s over?
do I strip every self loathing bone out of my spine when you break it?
do I not fold, and bend, and break at your mercy?

do the strawberries unbite themselves? uncoat their sweetness off your tongue?

my mother tells me that sometimes you do not forget,
you grit your teeth and hold the obscenities inside;
keep his name under your palate like a secret

Instead, in this universe
I kiss the next boy with the very same mouth
and your memories knock against his teeth;
it almost broke
I tell him “I am sorry
I was just hungry for your taste”

this is what strawberries do not taste like

here to serve some passive aggressive poems
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6 thoughts on “to the boy whose name still feel like cuss words dancing around my lips

    1. no, thank you for reading! when people relate to/understand what I write, I feel a great sense of satisfaction so thank you! if you let all the feelings sit for a little while, it comes out whenever it needs to.

  1. Oh this hurts soo good.

    I kiss the next boy with the very same mouth
    and your memories knock against his teeth

    This hit close to home

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