“REINVIGORATE”
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By Anita Liu The cruelest month approached without warning, Lost amongst the chirps of birds this morning Are whispers of lovers long gone, relations almost too severed to amend. Petals of plucked roses floating in the fickle wind, Faint pants echo in my ears, bloodshot eyes look into mine. When I look at the polaroids of you and I, what do I expect to find? Can’t forget how you sounded when we were laughing on your living room floor, What do I expect when I see those white painted wooden doors, the ones I can’t visit anymore? Tie up my feelings with pink ribbon and put them in an envelope addressed “RETURN TO SENDER,” But how could I ever forget a kiss so firm yet tender? Saw you in the corner of my eye, had to pretend that I didn’t mind, When I stare at my phone at night, what do I expect to find? Maybe it’s my blind ambition, or maybe it’s your sweet renditions, Is it possible for lost love to return to fruition? Words saturated with the plush cuddle of reborn love, Your arms wrap around me better than any glove, I try to lock away my heart, afraid of how it could end, But you convince me to sit on the kitchen floor, grab a thread and begin to mend, You make my heart beat faster and faster, and when push comes to shove, I guess I can’t hold back my singing heart and growing love. Washed down my worries with the taste of tequila lingering on your feverish lips, Walking down busy streets with your hand on my hip, Life makes you feel old but young love makes you feel alive again, The way you look into my eyes I know we could never be just friends, Your hands in my hair as my fingers nervously trace your bends, Salvaged a love I never thought I would be able to amend. Allison Heine/ Unsplash
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