poetry | prose

love lessons

we pick fights like scabs
peeling at the edges
i stare at the pale purple wall
and wonder what went wrong

we used to make love
but now we make
temporary ecstasy
101 ways to fill a void

we fall asleep on
separate sides of the bed
a wide space between
all we share is the covers

the smiles which once
were plentiful as wildflowers
have been extinguished
replaced by straight lines of disapproval

and this is how i learned
that time kills.

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