How do you refuse love?
I don’t remember the first time you said you loved me
But I remember the last
The day you kissed me amongst the shattered glass
I still feel your lips on mine
Your fingertips on my spine
You told me you would always be here
You told me you would always be near
And I believed you
Because we were tangled in my bed sheets
And I felt it in the summer heat
I remember the first time I felt like I had someone
The tingle of your lips left imprints on my skin
That is the day I came undone
That is the day that I let you in
That is the day I learned to sin
Swollen memories cloud the sky
Lying lazy in the summer days
Feeling like we could stay there and die
Because all our cares were thrown away
And all we wanted was to fade away
Florence said the dog days were over
But I wouldn’t believe her until you got sober
Bloody knuckles and bruised cheekbones
I remember when you used to make me feel like I wasn’t alone
Weak fingertips reach for the phone
That isn’t love
Love is a butterfly on a rusty railing
It’s every green leaf in spring
It smells like cherries
And frosty winter mornings.
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