Musings that never found a home in a completed poem
I.
and he swears he saw a million futures in his eyes and they all led back to him
II.
his eyes were like the middle of an ocean; calm and steady to expertly mask the worlds of chaos underneath
III.
to trust is to give away a piece of your heart and hope its new owner doesn’t crush it between their teeth
IV.
and you wonder if telling the truth and cleaning your conscience is worth breaking your own heart
V.
he almost made her believe that, that she was brilliant. she wanted to believe it, but she knew better
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
Musings that never found a home in a completed poem
I.
and he swears he saw a million futures in his eyes and they all led back to him
II.
his eyes were like the middle of an ocean; calm and steady to expertly mask the worlds of chaos underneath
III.
to trust is to give away a piece of your heart and hope its new owner doesn’t crush it between their teeth
IV.
and you wonder if telling the truth and cleaning your conscience is worth breaking your own heart
V.
he almost made her believe that, that she was brilliant. she wanted to believe it, but she knew better
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