I
I fell in love with a waitress
at a lake-side café;
her golden hair fell
like the waves that crashed
so greedily on the shore.
She looked to me with eyes of life,
lit up like constellations or
a thousand roman candles
burning for me.
II
When she turned away,
I thought of you.
of your arrogance that seared my skin
your ignorance that burnt my tongue.
I thought of the way you held my heart once
like a porcelain prize to keep.
And how it shattered and cracked
within your hands,
and crumbled at your feet.
III
I fell in love with a waitress
at a lake-side café;
she didn’t know my name.
But with her eyes, bright blue and full,
like brilliant china plates,
I knew she’d repair the fissures
and cracks
you’d left in your wake.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
I
I fell in love with a waitress
at a lake-side café;
her golden hair fell
like the waves that crashed
so greedily on the shore.
She looked to me with eyes of life,
lit up like constellations or
a thousand roman candles
burning for me.
II
When she turned away,
I thought of you.
of your arrogance that seared my skin
your ignorance that burnt my tongue.
I thought of the way you held my heart once
like a porcelain prize to keep.
And how it shattered and cracked
within your hands,
and crumbled at your feet.
III
I fell in love with a waitress
at a lake-side café;
she didn’t know my name.
But with her eyes, bright blue and full,
like brilliant china plates,
I knew she’d repair the fissures
and cracks
you’d left in your wake.
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