tender lies

the pad of your thumb
is
calloused
and dry

it caresses my cheek
and
catches the edge
of my bottom lip 
softly you run the roughness
along its tenderness

pouting
I wait for your excuse

you lean in

our 
breath 
mingles 

a mixture of 
marlboros
and
melancholy 

your kiss
catches
the corner of my mouth
as I turn away 

I smell her in your hair
I hear her in your lies
I see her in your eyes

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