Every time I get
Little happy thoughts or news
I always think of sharing them
With you.
I never do.
I cannot unsee
The steps you take away from me
Every time I stretch my arms
To reach you.
I think of every time
I flew over the moon
For trivial things
That meant the world to me;
You always only saw them
For what they really are.
I think of every time
I waited for myself to matter,
And I wondered if you’ll ever
Let yourself stare at my eyes
Long enough to realize
They are so brown;
Long enough to realize
They yearn to lay
On you.
Maybe then you’ll think
I am worth your time of day.
Maybe then you’ll think
I can be so full of fun, and love, and joy.
Maybe then I’ll find the courage
To speak to you again,
And keep your gifts instead
Of throwing them to burn
Next to my old corpse of glass
That’s no longer clear enough.
In my world
Love
Is unattainable,
Though it will not
Leave me alone.
In my world
Love
Is cruel, dismissive,
Though it will not
Let itself stare at my eyes
Long enough to realize
They are so brown.
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SingulariT 