his eyes were always hollow
had red shadows all around them
i thought him tired from work
followed him everywhere, saying ‘my love’!
sometimes he showed signs of life
others he was caught in the abyss inside
i thought him consumed with love
maybe calling the verb ‘assuming’ a virtue isn’t proper.
i could lose myself in the worlds
that my lost boy revivified in his eyes
travel to destinations unkind
i could simply say he put me out of my mind.
it took me months if not years
to understand that my boy was actually weird
and the worlds I found inside his eyes
were actually dreams ricocheted from mine …
1 comment:
that sounds good ;)
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