We make love in coffee shops
alone, drinking late til midnight
while it rains outside
and you tell me you've never loved anyone before
just scribbles in a notebook
doodles on post-its
but never anything serious
no cheesecake sonnets
no flash floods dripping
art deco on ceilings
just feminist literature oozing from your tongue
after that first kiss in the future.

You tell me that romance scars you
but I wouldn't mind a disfigured woman.
Have you seen my wounds?
It bleeds every now and then
stings from every drop of scotch
from the bottle
it doesn't hurt as much anymore
especially when your skin is pressed
tight to the mouth of my gashes

You squirm at my stories
hurt, divine, and we walk
holding hands
as every memory we remember
we throw to the stars
night dark as my former heart
& i can already see you
in my eyes
even though you blind me with your alphabets
I don't mind
and I throw my perpetual cigarette towards the rain
as we watch it extinguish
one more time
over and over again.

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