I guess I write in third person
so I can pretend that my feelings
aren't mine

The ******* the subway
dropped the handkerchief
that was sitting on her lap.
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I picked it up
only to find out it has
splattered inks of black.
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She came to me,
mascara streaked down
from her sun-kissed face.
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Her pretty brown eyes
were like sunset and I swear,
I couldn't look away.

—*indialev

I will only love you
when your eyes
reach into my soul
like arms.

*Embrace me from the inside out.

Don't let it swallow me. Whole.
I am only at my best when
I have been halved
and quartered.