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Ito Dec 2016
The day you said you didn't feel the same,
My mind did mental gymnastics.
I gazed deep into space for days at a time.
All I could do is stare,
memories that never became true just like you.

My heart sank like a corpse weighed down in the ocean,
I knew I drank Cupid's potion,
my body numb at your touch,
my reasoning clouded by your voice,
my vision blinded by your image.

A gaze too intense,
a kiss so fleeting,
a touch so heavy,
an exchange of harsh words,
I can only stare at the padded white walls.
olena May 2015
i'm lost somewhere familar
looking at ashy knees in
bath suds with disdain
rose petals sprinkled away

have the loftiest abode
have the airiest dresses,
but i never had auburn tresses
like hers
i was charcoal in
comparison

one of the desert girls;
candles flickered the way
she'd bat her eyelashes
bringing hands to my eyes
i lie on the floor
and i lie to them more
a nightgown hangs the way
the pale moon
did

carpet kissing my bare feet
rosy knuckles grasping a storm
the lake foams over in it's wake
who saves you now
Based off the song and video for End Of The Line by Sleigh Bells. I tried to match the visuals and give it a story.

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