Still


i still sleep with the goddamn
stuffed animal you gave me
the night you left
and i still wake up with
that excited and special that
something-is-happening feeling every
twenty-fourth of the month
and i still remember
your sports schedule
and i remember how you have
soccer on mondays
and tuesday nights and
that's why you don't call me
and i still fight tooth
and nail against anyone
who has anything
to say against you
behind your back i'm
trying my hardest here
to be okay with this whole
you-not-being-here
thing but i can't wrap my head
around how one day
you love me more than the world and the
next you're tearing
my heart (that is still
tattooed with your name across it)
into a thousand pieces

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