half-time

I’ve carried it low before, but christ,
this is rough. you can’t spew a word

without hitting a chord. I love you.
but the slick trick is, no one can tell

if it’s your honest laugh, truth, and
strawberry blonde hair, or just the fact

you don’t want me. rejection is contagious,
and I grab groupies too fast to care.  

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