i'm not supposed to like poetry
blair is the middle name
sin city

well.
Here I am in Sin City.
It was a four hour flight here,
Gazing through dirty windows at
Things I wish you could see too,
Because every long minute of that
impeccably long four hours
Was occupied by you.
Your arms
Your nose
Your shirts
Your smell
Your music
You.
But you are on a long car ride
With her
And she fills your mind
past your ears
And out through your
tolerable hair.
Remember when you said
That I looked like her?
Well today,
I saw someone that looked like you
And I was hit by all
The pointless things you gave me
A clothespin
A blanket
Consistency
Monday nights
A heart with
Density equivalent to
The hardest stone you can find.
But here I am.
And all I can see is the bright lights,
And how they shake like
They’re hiding something bruised.

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