Dear…

I wanted to write 

To say I love you

But your name 

On my fingers

Felt like a million splinters

I couldn’t lie

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Empty Suitcase

‚Äčtoss my tattered clothes

powder and lipstick
an old tangled wig
oft-mended shoes
and cheap perfume
into the suitcase
all in the suitcase

but that’d be all you
a bitter luggage
shoes that ran from you
cheap scent to impress you
the hair you pulled
and a made up face
to hide the stripes of your nails

no, they can stay
you can stay
all of me in this suitcase
all of me without a you