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blue eyed monsters
Stubbly burs sticking to the bottoms of my feet, to hold me to the ground. Trudging though the last place you'd want to be. Until they showed up. Those blue eyes, light but deep, sinking down to the ocean floor off every word held behind closed doors. Jittery, nervous words clinging to trains that speed off in the distance, crashing into the thoughts I once had. Breaking down on the sidewalk's end near new blooms. I envy the way you can hold yourself down, as I watch myself get lost in the breeze. Hairs whipping down on my skin trying to get me to pay attention to the words drifting to the horizon. We move in opposite directions, a weird tango that never brings bodies too close, or close enough. Unspoken communications from kitchen tables to bedroom doors. Sitting like statues against the ceiling and floor. You are the last person I want to taste, but the first to sweep me off my feet. You are the first person I want to talk to in the morning, but the last I want to see in my bed.
Stubbly burs sticking to the bottoms of my feet, to hold me to the ground. Trudging though the last place you'd want to be. Until they showed up. Those blue eyes, light but deep, sinking down to the ocean floor off every word held behind closed doors. Jittery, nervous words clinging to trains that speed off in the distance, crashing into the thoughts I once had. Breaking down on the sidewalk's end near new blooms. I envy the way you can hold yourself down, as I watch myself get lost in the breeze. Hairs whipping down on my skin trying to get me to pay attention to the words drifting to the horizon. We move in opposite directions, a weird tango that never brings bodies too close, or close enough. Unspoken communications from kitchen tables to bedroom doors. Sitting like statues against the ceiling and floor. You are the last person I want to taste, but the first to sweep me off my feet. You are the first person I want to talk to in the morning, but the last I want to see in my bed.