I'd trade this belt buckle skeleton key
for your heart's password, any day.
unloved ain't so glamorous now, is it, kiddo?
did you really think
she'd take the sting away?
is she just killing time,
you're taking away the fun
of that victimless crime.
I miss your lips,
damn it.
I miss the way your hands felt
on my back; and pulling down my jeans.
I miss the way your eyes looked in the dark
reflecting the flame from your lighter.
Have I told you? I'm quitting smoking.
Funny how things change.
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