hopeful

he said, you always land on your feet
i replied, no, i fall on my ass
i just know how to pick myself back up
i’m licking my finger and
turning a new page
flitting off to foreign cities
and realizing love must be
not just black or white
but both at the same time
i have on my little black dress
but keep on my leather bracelets
the ones that cover the scars
today is just a day like any other
but there is electricity in the air
and my coffee tastes sweet
like the memory of a summer day

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