I put pen to paper, aiming
to create
nothing
in specific
but
every time
my pen traces the contours
of your
blue eyes, full lips,
the soft, invisible fuzz of a barely-there beard,
strong arms that don't protect me
from the stabbing knife
of your non-words.
Indifference I can't escape
because
it's too convincing for me to believe.
If only I could write something that wasn't about
You.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
I put pen to paper, aiming
to create
nothing
in specific
but
every time
my pen traces the contours
of your
blue eyes, full lips,
the soft, invisible fuzz of a barely-there beard,
strong arms that don't protect me
from the stabbing knife
of your non-words.
Indifference I can't escape
because
it's too convincing for me to believe.
If only I could write something that wasn't about
You.
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