jeffrey lewis Poems

i- me, what i've die, who iv'e hurt, the person i made cry.
The pain, shortness of breath, the trust that has been broken,
the trust that i will never regain.
It was false, not true- but never meat to hurt you.
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I want you… sweaty palms.
I want the nerves that you provide.
The inconsistency in body temperature.
Your face in every drop of liquid.
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What can i do to make you happy?
Kiss you?
Hold you?
Text you good morning/good night?
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Anybody wanna buy a broken heart?
It's on sale.
There's even a warranty.
The shelves are fully stocked.
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No one can challenge me.
No one can throw a spear like the son of Peleus.
No shield is bloodier than my own.
Yet the boatman waits for me.
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He skedaddled without givin’ me sugar.
Don’t bring him back to me as no Yankee.
I know he’s not knee-high to a grasshopper.
No red stains on his Saber. He’s twenty.
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