I hope I don't see you in the morning.
I hope our paths never cross again...
Another poem asking for the impossible.
Another night wishing you were here...
I am Tuesday's child,
born on an August morning...
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They told me not to dwell in the past...
My body is a prison;
frozen fingertips hunch...
I ask myself what I really want from you.
How can I excavate my truth if you are...
You don't deserve flairs of color
Or talented splashes on canvas...