Lips Lined with Empty Handles

i water the flowers in my chest with whiskey,


dying to drown you out of my system, but i just get drunk


your face reflects at the bottom of each shot glass, i fill up just to find you again,


it’s raining on my face again


and i’m coughing up petals that scream he likes me not


just to force feed them back down my throat so maybe some will seed


maybe i’ll learn to stomach i meant nothing


or maybe i’ll drown waiting for you to

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