The wild girls run
With Hellhound hearts
and pretty boys who did not stand a chance
Whiplash kisses
and mistakes they held like trophies
All the things you’d say to make them stay
The come-to-bed eyes, the bottles of gin, used matches
an Intoxication anomaly but
There is fire in you yet, your mother said,
Do you remember? That guilt you never wore again.
Beautifully expressed
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