Numb

I don’t remember you tasting like anything
other than last night’s alcohol, yesterday’s
could be’s, and this morning’s regrets.
I remember you like my wine glass,
more than half full of air and broken
promises. Although my body still
aches of places you called home,
this only happened because it was
too dark for me to tell the difference
between concrete and collarbone.

Don’t get too numb that you can’t tell the difference.
#bemymuse 20 & 21
Broken – as requested by 
@juliawollentz,
Broken promises – as requested by 
@pirah.farooqui.

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