Heartbeat in the Fingertips

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I wrote the words down

And I guess it all made sense,

Like saying sorry for something

You didn’t do

Just to make someone feel better

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I felt the lies accumulate at the end

Of my spine, and

My posture took note

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I folded like loose leaf paper into

Someone's pocket

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“Do you love me?”

Scribbled between blue lines

And ink shedding beyond the cloth

Of their jeans

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It will remain but a stain, no matter

Where the words end up.

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and I’m sorry for that.

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