rims of golden curls
hover above your head
while chesnut spaghetti strands
coat mine instead

underwater your eyes are crystalline
like a true blue green i've never seen
but mine fade from brown to black
never once emitting a gleam

your shirts smell like fabric softener and cigarettes
which i often smell outside
and everything we've ever done
crashes into my mind like a riptide

do you see what i see when i look at you?

eyelids encrusted in black
body bound by bags
everything worn was dark
a motif waiting to plunge apart

pining over a seventeen year old ******* addict
tediously torn by therapy
until the tears shed caused the blackness to die
to completely shed
begotten by the beauty of spring

but it is believed that you
were the true cause
of this baptism

that is what the girl says