I looked in the mirror this mo(u)rning
my face unmade
my eyes were the color of melancholy
(greygreen)
And I needed some resolve
Straddled the toilet
and powdered my nose
from the inside
just to help me be a little happier
And I'm thinking of you as though you had died
hearing your tears
as bitter as the numbing drip in the back of my throat
I'm glad you don't know
the length and breadth of my sins
I carry them inside like a bad tattoo
another bump, just to be sure
and I'm on my way to put on my face
steady handed, I paint
like a warrior ready to face an enemy
screaming for the kill
but the only thing I face this mo(u)rning
is memories of you
and not knowing how to handle them

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