October, be kind to me.
At least help me find my way through this sunken night sky.
So take what I got because the more I give the less I gotta lug around.
Here are my half-truths my broken down lullaby-"kiss me one more time"-good nights and all the other stuff that kept me from telling the truth,
I will give you the palms of my hands the bend in my neck just give me in return all the summer one-night-stands-and-secret romances-under-football-bleachers-kids-with-braces-making-names-for-themselves-in puffs of cigarettes-kinda love.
Or at least a momentary prayer to a Maybe There God that these times we hold hands, will make up for all the bad things we both know I’m about to do to you.
Be kind to me.
Grant me a cold night that fits just right October. I’m not giving up on you. If you could just not give up on me. You are my reckless choice you are my something uncomfortable so give me your scars you hold as craters and Ill wish I was more sorry. And you'll say this is why we don’t hold hands any more.
This is why your teeth chatter when your want to be kissed.
October, be kind to me.
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