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Monday, January 2, 2012

Black Eyes. [poem]

I wanted you to see past the damage
I needed a band-aid and you looked like the perfect fit
black eyes and smooth words
and me, the blank slate ready to be written on
but you couldn’t form any sentences
and your comments were like a hammer to the head
because for a second I believed that maybe you could ignore the flaws
maybe you wouldn’t see the wounded child in the body of a man
but you, black eyes and smooth words
you and your stories of a failed relationship
you and your easy companionship
I wanted you to see me
but instead you looked right through me
and these are my broken words for you.

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