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Coulombic Attraction
I.
It is June 28th
well actually, it's June 14th
but the poem is better if it's June 18th
and a year ago,
I was in love with you
a year ago,
you loved me too
well actually, you were obsessed
with me and I was intoxicated by the attention
but the poem is better if we were in love
It is June 28th,
something monumental is happening
you will be the first person to
say "I love you" with no
strings attached
well, many strings,
but the poem is better if there were no strings
It's 11:11
I wish we could have loved without so many lies
It's 11:12
no I don't
It's 11:13
I wish we never met at all
II.
I'm welcoming myself to July of another year
and it's the third year in a row you've wrecked me
Nothing has changed,
you're still out of my league
I'm still committed to someone else
So why am I still thinking of how your hand felt in
mine
Why am I still choking on the taste of orange soda
and the color red
III.
I'm choking on orange soda
and laughing so hard I have to pee
I'm tripping over baseballs and
the color red
How do you always manage to do this?
You gave me your flip flops
but not in time to keep
the blood from blistering
when I walked on the gravel
IV.
Remember that night you called 10 times
I had to cover up your lie
Because you thought you wouldn't say goodbye
It's not that I don't think you love me
I don't think you can save me
And your eyes are blue
blue like the color of the ocean on a postcard
someone sends you to tell you they love you
just not enough to stay
My hands can't write at the pace
that I think and so I will
always be a little in the past
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