The Good Cartographer

person's legs

selfish love

rubs off on me

tired hearts are the hardest to break

but I’m done scraping poetry

off of your footsteps

leaving the crime scene pristine

as your soles

when they paved me

your conquest

waved and left

the key to my body

at the door

as I try to turn another 

failure into a lesson.

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