The blackest hair I’ve ever seen.


(rosy cheeks just right

hairs peeking from the top of your shirt

a belly~button I can only imagine…)


lips the purest form of yes


(~but saying no.)


Your eyes, though,

they wander…


If I stand still long enough

they can see me

down deep inside

where I’m all bits and pieces.


I wonder exactly what they saw

which caused them to run

screaming from me…


(even though I search

with my own eyes

for the answers to you…)


I am locked out.


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