I am off pills.
Too many painkillers, I can't feel my cheeks anymore
and the bruises are bright yellow now, spilling across my jawbones.
I am also off smart choices, romantic comedies and porn.
If I saw you tomorrow, you would be blue eyes, sunshine, fingerpaint, nostalgia, Pacman.
When I met you, you were marijuana, promises, bony shoulders, cold, broken windows.
You never break in anymore.
I haven't written a sad song in weeks.
This is time, what it does to us.
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Submission Name: Wisdom teeth removal
