We always
swam in your pool during the dark spot of the morning,
Wearing bikinis(but resembling seals rather
than mermaids).
When all that mattered was the flavor of our
lip gloss(like we'd ever kiss a boy),
And the double-drop water slide at your next
birthday party.
When 2am was super, duper late, & we still had secrets.
----
That weird white scratch on your look-a-like
doll's cheek,
Is from when I used it as an electric
guitar & accidently strummed into a door.
By the
way the one who put the creepy
homemade dolls in your printer was me,
And every time you leave the room, I un-pause
the Wii.
We've gasped for a hundred hours, washed
awake by pool water
During our soft lonely
spot in the morning:
So as you
look in the mirror, Sweetie Pie,
Wipe the tears from your eyes, & pretend
Someone is
wiping them for you.
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