But your eyes... it’s the way the sun tells the stars that they both can’t be out at the same time... forever torn between opposites...

a etching gaze false to your shoulder and an minute away from your lips that hold those bones that fissured to become separate however horrific my spelling or my since of time but id be locked forever to were your gums meet the inside of your lips for the blade of light that could pierce my blinds, the hope that I could woo you with more than words and....

Nothing short of hoping that the tempered glass of a windshield assisted their face in being penetrated by the bark of the tree they hit

Where my hollow heart can be absent from my face the way the blood is. To a shadow of a man who’s failure to be worldly led to an end better left untold. To a corner where my face is clandestine and my eyes are starving for the wall to which I glare

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