Untitled Poem Number One

[foureyedgurl]

So sharp was the arrow
As it sank into me.
White hot flashes,
Come faster
With every word you speak.

Your wrinkled forehead
Matches the ones in your shirt
Your speaking shoes wish to dance,
Faster than my eyes.

So soft is your tounge
When you begin to speak
Your stained teeth show
Where you've been and hope to go.

How I wish it was me laughing
At all your jokes
Because laughing by yourself
Never seems as sweet

So sharp was the arrow that
Sank into me
Silently
I wait alone for
the wound to bleed.