goodies

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@snapshotsteve


mix up all our goodies
and surely we’ll get sick.
we were meant to know each other,
knew it by our hundredth kiss.

by our thousandth we’re in love,
stomach told me to break up,
trust my heart less than my gut,

so i said goodbye,
you asked me why,
i told some lies,
i only cried
when i held the gifts you gave me.
the vinyls; covers full of colors
of music that we loved with.

kept in touch with you,
missed the touch of you,
Mister Color Blue
wanted lighter hues,
watched enough cartoons
to see what love can do,

so we met again,
just as friends
at a Warwick inn,

you were sleeping when
i left to get
some food to eat
and clear my head,
and neither were accomplished.

cuz a poem stung my conscience.
didn’t have a pen,
so i sang instead,
must have looked like i had lost it.

but it was the opposite.
it was the first time that i wrote
since the night that we had broke,
waited til you finally woke
to ask for you back.

and so we mixed up all our goodies,
this time without the sick.
we were meant to love each other,
knew it by our first drunk kiss.

“goodies”
©Steven Cuenca

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