I Chew My Regrets Off One By One
The night is cold.
The sidewalk where I lay
is unforgiving,
miles of concrete
as far as the eye can see.
I’ve been wandering all day long
dragging around this old guitar.
I can’t even play.
Since the day we called it quits
nothing can make me smile
quite like you could.
My nerve-wracking habits
have gone from bad to worse,
I don’t think I even have fingernails anymore.
So I spread my fingers
across the dirty asphalt,
press my cheek to its comforting coldness
and feel alive.
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