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An Ode to My Regret After Olivia Gatwood 

You wilting white lily blooming fresh in my lungs,  pity driven traveler hiking desert with no trail, I could  describe you forever as a ghost, I could learn  the name of every trip and tear of you,  but I know you my sodden heart, my fingers  scratched angry and raw from your sandpaper, are more than they pin you as, because what are you if not a recognition,  that maybe we had something good once,  like when you tumbled head first off the back of Eli’s bike and afterwards  with tears in your eyes, you smiled  and told me that it felt like flying, crimson trickled down your legs and stained the thick cream carpet but the next summer  your skin had budded and opened into a rose of a scar,  you are born from an ending,  I would never have been ready for, you sucker punch  intruder, gentle fingers picking all the locks,  taking everything and leaving only flowers, this house is full to bursting with your scent, now, when I look at my reflection you look back at me, scarlet lips and pointed teeth,  your bite would teach anyone to bleed, I only forgive you  in the soft dusk, you set my body down gently,  and I dissolve, when I wake I will find myself again in the deep blue of your eyes