Poetry

Don’t Do

You haven’t called
I suppose no one does anymore
Do your thumbs not work?
I bet if you were here
They would do things I’d never imagined
It would be magic
I would be in ectasy
Your ego inflated
From my gaping mouth
And glazed gaze
But, you aren’t here

Your lips move
Your fingers don’t do
I write you poetry
Idle and don’t do
Waiting
Forgetting me
The drugs don’t work
I’m stupid
About everything and for you
Let’s forget
Pretend I never cared
Never wanted more
Lie

We’ll cherish the little moments
You smile for me
Pour me a drink
I play with your hair
We won’t speak the things our eyes say

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