why would you
take it,
that picture
of the two of you
and post it
right there
in my face...
you and a girl.
she's just a
dirty reflection
of me
in that window.
all my pictures of you,
the ones of us,
deep and deeper
in my heart...
you used to say
it looked a lot like
straw berry
galaxies
well,
we drove backwards
on that road
too many times, and
i will never
see myself that way
(the way i did that day),
backwards in the mirror.
i was
the girl
on your arm.
like peaches and cream....
grimy,
but pretty.
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