Six Weeks

by Lauren Marie

the day gets longer and

night melts into tired playlists

under the faultering silhouette of doubt

and the knowledge i'm in love with

the idea of a man who once spent

the darker hours caught up

in a black flat sheet and the sincerity of

my arms, when these pages alone

induced a smile that said more

than 3 words whispered between

a kiss over a mixtape and

baby i fucking love you in

memories where i've left out

the imperfections of your failure

to grasp subtle communication

but

what i really mean to say is

six weeks of missing the blue

in your eyes

wears a girl down

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