He’s begging me not to leave
and in my head
I’ve already went over a
thousand scenarios
He tells me it’s possible
for two people to be on the
exact
same
page
but I don’t know if he realizes the difference between his eyesight
and my own
we see through the same optical anatomy but his vision
will
always
be
blurry
without his glasses
We can both read the same words but through
different vision
we can glue our fingertips together but the prints
would never line up
He can press his hips to mine
but there are separate galaxies growing
inside
of
us
We can sleep aside each other
we could tangle the ends of our hair together
and touch our foreheads
in our slumber
but we will never share our dreams
The lines in a poem could have
a
thousand
different
interpretations
I wish you could realize
that doesn’t mean
any one of those meanings
is wrong
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
He’s begging me not to leave
and in my head
I’ve already went over a
thousand scenarios
He tells me it’s possible
for two people to be on the
exact
same
page
but I don’t know if he realizes the difference between his eyesight
and my own
we see through the same optical anatomy but his vision
will
always
be
blurry
without his glasses
We can both read the same words but through
different vision
we can glue our fingertips together but the prints
would never line up
He can press his hips to mine
but there are separate galaxies growing
inside
of
us
We can sleep aside each other
we could tangle the ends of our hair together
and touch our foreheads
in our slumber
but we will never share our dreams
The lines in a poem could have
a
thousand
different
interpretations
I wish you could realize
that doesn’t mean
any one of those meanings
is wrong
© VictoriaJasmine
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