under the horizon
and the boundary
of pure attachment
and of
love
there he stood.

between the moon
and sun
there he
laid.

along the busy
and crowded
hallways
there she
laughed
and popped
and dropped.

near the utmost
love and
friendship
she offers
thus,
everything prospered
everything did.

it means what it
says and she stays
behind his back,
in front of his
reflection
and his unheard voice
so dear and so unlived
yet beautifully appreciated
and loved.

i became his listener
and he's my keeper.

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As she slowly drifts away,
He tried to get her back,
Back to where they started.

She lost herself,
In the midst of the love,
The love he had given her.

She turned into a monster--
Cold and harsh,
But he tried his best to tame her.

Unable to fix her,
She was completely gone,
He lost her.

I believe

In love

Yet to truly know love

One must remove

The self

From Oneself,

The selfish

Most likely

Cannot see

Anything else,

And since

Love is a bridge

They cannot

Cross.

Burning

Bridges

To the selfish cost

Of lonely

And loss...

The blind walking

In the dark,

Not knowing

Love

Light

All.

Eye Shadow

Central line,
Standing, clinging on, shaking.
There, sitting oblivious to all,
A face in the crowded carriage.
Liverpool Street
Black eyeliner is painted neatly,
Bank,
A pale grey shade softens the right lid,
St Paul’s,
The left eye shaded,
Chancery Lane,
A darkened shade deftly applied,
Holborn,
A flick of mascara.
Perfect.
The doors open
And the world floods out.
The perfect mask remains.