my tongue used to write
love notes on the
roof of your mouth. you
got shot with novocain
and couldn’t feel a single
statement i was sweeping
across your skin on the day i
pulled down your lower
lip with my thumb and
let our taste buds acquaint,
allowed our tonsils to reach towards
each other the way you’d
imagine someone
falling off a cliff
would reach for whoever they’d
left behind


there are still bicycles flying
past my face, grazing my 
eyelashes, freckling my 
skin with bar fight scars.
beauty knows no forgiveness 
as you list your grievous complaints, 
you never meant to drown
me in the bathtub
it just happened and now
there are ghosts getting
stuck in your
hair gel


be well
be gone
be easy
because

the easiest way to ache for
the best in each other
is to bring out the worst






so this once, let us miss what we will learn to live without

-amiee noelle gabbard