Yesterday, I knew this girl
who wore 'tragicly hip' as an accessory
to thrift store jeans
and manufactured angst
she drowned her happiness in bottles
then peeled the labels back
to make it all generic
became an anonymous drunken girl
on any Friday night.
So we're somewhere
sitting in this nameless bar
when she speaks brightly
about her love
tells me in animated tones
how he likes his eggs
how he calls her baby
how he never really cries
she dances a little singing the chorus
to his latest song
but her voice is empty
as the bottle when she admits
"I still can't talk about him
in past-tense verbs"
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Comments: 25
I have one word for you Laura...WOW!
"I still can't talk about him
in past-tense verbs" ..
The ending is perfect and haunting. 10!
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