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E B K May 2020
The pen
is not your friend
But you don't know that yet

You sit
clenched fist
looking nowhere
going everywhere
or drawing
a blank

You've clenched
your fist
too tight

Blood is never blue
but if it were
it might look like this

Rivers cascading
down to your wrist
the ink
finding a home
in the crevices
of your hand

Your pen is not flying
the page is not splattered
with overeager writing

you're left with
a sticky hand
and a mess
to clean up
E B K May 2019
It's just one moment
of forgetting
and then suddenly
the world is ending
E B K May 2019
I have wanted you for so long
but pining is too painful
so now I want you gone
E B K May 2019
you won and I lost in the game that didn't exist
E B K May 2019
Not every spark ignites a fire
sometimes that fire is put out by tears
E B K May 2019
I saw you today
it had been so long
Too long? Who knows
but anyhow

Our eyes caught
Yours brown
Mine blue-green
Spinning an eternity
between us

You nodded, I think
didn't smile
I'm not sure if I nodded back
but who knows

Libraries are romantic
They are piles and shelves of words of love
and lust
Stacks full of secrets
a kiss discretely
Hands grasped
stories told

Could we have been that kiss, those hands?
maybe, but who knows

I have written your name so many times
Scratched you out until you are, were
nothing but words and hopeless yearning

and yet now, here you are
With your nod
Those eyes

an eternity between us

by the books
I still have to shelve
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