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With palms salty with sweat, they walked hand-in-hand in a park full of people with mouths full of empty words. And then like the fate of two freshly stubbed cigarettes, afire and affright, they lay in bed, turned heads; she could never make peace with the stench of whiskey on his breath.

I am now a bundle a bundle of empty goodbyes and unused condoms I am remnants of lovers who didn't kiss me goodbye I am now the songs I didn't sing for the ones who pleaded me I am now the tears that hide under my pillows till the alarm clock screams I am the the calls I never returned and the flights I took to all the cities to save a love from drowning in alcohol I am the cheesecakes I baked to win back the love I lost to insecurity through the stomachs of his friends I am the lies I lied to the last page of my notebooks all because my heart couldn't decide which part of my body needed more blood. I am them all, I am all my mistakes, I am a bundle a bundle waiting to be undone and re-distributed to those who should've loved me better.