an idiot never forgets

 

You talked through teeth of elephantine ivory,

felt me with hands too rough for a gentle soul,

and gutted me with lies too true for a weakened mind.

 

The thought of your smell as you kissed me

is the origin of my omnipresent nausea.

 

When I love,

I’ll always think of you —

never as a regret,

but always a mistake.

 

©Hayden Church

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