i can still recall your every tattoo
if i eat too many cheetos our pictures start to turn orange
my cut - up body against your diesel shoe.
i've waited months to see your eyes again only to find th
ey've changed colours on me. i remember they were green. i know it.
and now they're that fathomless blue.
i've waited so long to find your intentions are where they were left that day i walked out. i've seen you since then but the times were different and i, being to absorbed in myself turned my nose at your polite inquiries. i find
this happens all to often to me. me blind, seeing what i only wish to see. or. over analyzing and misinterpreting the actions of others causing my actions to be looked at askance or disregarded like .my heart. i have carefully cut out and wrapped in tulle and placed in a chest held beating and still by the open wound of the earth freshly scabbed like the dark recesses of that same still heart.
so if i look at you queerly, or perhaps gasp when you smile. do not think poorly of me, for i am only human too. and anyone seeing such as you would be equally swooned. equally taken aback at your ethereal qualities. feel that pull at the cavity in their chest where my heart used to be. that catch in your throat. that dizziness behind the eyes. that sudden blockage of coherent thoughts. but enough of my professions. i shall quit this slate and leave you with these words.
my cut - up body against your diesel shoe.
i've waited months to see your eyes again only to find th
ey've changed colours on me. i remember they were green. i know it.
and now they're that fathomless blue.
i've waited so long to find your intentions are where they were left that day i walked out. i've seen you since then but the times were different and i, being to absorbed in myself turned my nose at your polite inquiries. i find
this happens all to often to me. me blind, seeing what i only wish to see. or. over analyzing and misinterpreting the actions of others causing my actions to be looked at askance or disregarded like .my heart. i have carefully cut out and wrapped in tulle and placed in a chest held beating and still by the open wound of the earth freshly scabbed like the dark recesses of that same still heart.
so if i look at you queerly, or perhaps gasp when you smile. do not think poorly of me, for i am only human too. and anyone seeing such as you would be equally swooned. equally taken aback at your ethereal qualities. feel that pull at the cavity in their chest where my heart used to be. that catch in your throat. that dizziness behind the eyes. that sudden blockage of coherent thoughts. but enough of my professions. i shall quit this slate and leave you with these words.