traitorous
how each face you turn
is another cheek for me
to meekly reach toward
an attraction to
rate of change
the first one was coy
it held me in its gaze
and built a house of straw
for me to crawl in
the second, more familiar
a me in you for me to see
and dive into head first
familiarity scratching at the scalp
the third, half smile and half frown
the kind of face that martyrs itself
on a crown of need, a list of to dos
that cause a summersault inside me
the fourth, set in glass
fixed, permanent, fragile
one misstep and it's bad luck
seven years of wandering
away from you
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
traitorous
how each face you turn
is another cheek for me
to meekly reach toward
an attraction to
rate of change
the first one was coy
it held me in its gaze
and built a house of straw
for me to crawl in
the second, more familiar
a me in you for me to see
and dive into head first
familiarity scratching at the scalp
the third, half smile and half frown
the kind of face that martyrs itself
on a crown of need, a list of to dos
that cause a summersault inside me
the fourth, set in glass
fixed, permanent, fragile
one misstep and it's bad luck
seven years of wandering
away from you
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