by now i understand you cannot own a person.
there is dust left on a pedestal i saved
for someone whose eyes were less
crystalline than mine, whose affections
were not bogged down by sewage
the ghostly coating layers itself like cheap paint,
boldly going where no one wanted to go with me.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
by now i understand you cannot own a person.
there is dust left on a pedestal i saved
for someone whose eyes were less
crystalline than mine, whose affections
were not bogged down by sewage
the ghostly coating layers itself like cheap paint,
boldly going where no one wanted to go with me.
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