By Courtney Taylor


We talk

But I can’t even say I miss you no more

Heart strands strained…sore…

Lips poisoned by the memory of your taste

Hands stained by the radiance of your face

I loved you like I loved no other

Your fingers used to trail down the length of my soul

Now the memory of you just keeps me…

Cold…and wanting

For something more than this emptiness I feel

I know you’re bad for me but I miss you still

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