Sometimes the ache is hereditary
&while I look across the booth
Into my father’s eyes, listening***
He describes the death of his grandfather
& eyes blue so like mine laced with tears
the contortions/
I’ve seen this pain before
He tells me, you’re not saying much &
No, I’m not because everything I say
Is wrong – wrong time or
wrong choice of words
That’s what I’m used to
Fucking up
Hard to imagine I’m 30
Hard to imagine you haven’t straightened
Your life
At all
–LM
The Lexicon 
Beautifully heartfelt, Lauren! Great exploration of our insecurities looking back on past conversation we wish we could change. Very relatable. ❤
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Some of us never quite get unfucked.
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exquisite pairing, the words, sentiment, and title
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Thank you so much!
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