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A Drawing Pencil And A Piece Of Me

I thought I forgot you

I thought I long had you buried

Deep in my memory.

I thought you could no longer haunt me

Like you used to do so often.

I thought I got over you

Until your eyes met mine today,

Once or twice at most and that was about it.

 

I couldn't look at you,

I couldn't look at you without bursting into tears,

So I burst into laughter instead.

And I suppose that you saw through my fake act.

Anyway...

 

You were there in your corner,

There in your pedestal,

There in your elegance

Drawing something dangerously beautiful

And you were beautifully dangerous.

And I,

I could only watch you from a distance

And learn to admire you

Without touching you,

Without kissing you,

Or ******* you.

 

We exchanged a conversation

About random things

You know, like

How it took me about an hour

To take a proper picture of the cat you gave me,

How it tragically died,

How I didn't cry when it died...

But I actually did cry when it died...

 

You looked all right, seriously.

There in your peaceful world

That I no longer was part of.

There in your artistic mind,

There in your capacity to forget,

There in your tendency to break promises,

There in the awful effect you always have on me.

 

So you said goodbye

Because you had something to go back to.

I said goodbye

Even though I had nothing to go back to.

 

We parted ways once again,

Me with your drawing pencil in my bag

And you, you my dear, with a piece of me

Inside your pocket.

 

I remember you once said forever, but you only lied.

I went home,

I went home and cried.

 

 

-- Eleanor

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Jan 28, 2015
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