Black and white cookies

Thanks to you I learned the art of drinking by myself at hole in the wall bars where the bartenders don’t  care who’s ID they’re  scrutinizing when they card.

 Black-and-white cookies in the cart remind me of you falling before I re-start to realize the truth you might never be with me, before I overthink, and hurtful words are strewn like an art; I’ll remind myself at least for now, at least for now
 I’m in your heart

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