You will remember
The painful awareness
of how I taste
Memories of me will slam
into you when you
sit with the bitch the one
with the knotted hair and
smeared mascara smelling
like a cheap drink and
stale sex
I want you to remember me
lying in the sun when you
loved me more than you
loved yourself
The days I would steal your
whispers and lick away
your pain
I want you to remember
because tomorrow you
will be trying to suck the
flavor of amateur sex
off your mind while wishing
you were a better shot or
was that a misfire
you will remember when
your regrets haunt you
the rest of your life
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