in my room, your room, other people’s rooms
fights with her were always so heartbreaking for me,
she would get this look in her eyes that was the complete opposite of what she was doing, she would say,
“you’re a fucking jack ass,
I hate you!”
and her eyes would say,
“I feel like nobody loves me,
why don’t you love me?”but i did and
i have this
image in my mind
of you flipping your
wicker chair over,
towards me,
with so much soul
in your eyes,
and i doubt
i’ll ever see it
again
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It’s a playful thought
to wonder; the moonas the great artist in
the night sky, turningborrowed inspirations
and light from his
neighboring stars andsprites, manipulating
the gentle dark andsparks, to shade her
in, he turns her out,
she’s vivid in his eyes,of the art I can’t not
see,the reality he brings
to the glowing beauty
of her skin.
