we were toxic
clinging to each other
leeches who believed they were in love
our virgin flesh bloodied
our minds spoiled
milk
spilled on the kitchen floor
the one we used to dance upon
where you’d stumble over my toes
and make me want to stay
it wasn’t always bad
and these are the moments when i think i miss you
when i reach for the phone almost out of habit
but don’t
and i don’t miss the ...
