In all my life I'd never seen anything as beautiful as you
but I was a smart cookie and I could take the hint
and as hints go
you didn't like to adhere to them as much as you liked to make them think
because you were smarter than me
just not in that way
never in that way
You couldn't be
because you hadn't gone there
and gotten murky
and recovered from a broken heart
and broken knees drowning in saccharine thoughts
And so I sat here
on this pedestal of sorts
just this bier in the rotunda
with the notion that this was all a state of mind
your mind
And I knew exactly what I was thinking
that you were still as stunning as ever before
and that I only wanted to stare at your back
while you stared at the sunset
because then I would know that you knew beauty too
Then I'd be reassured
that we weren't as vindictive as they made us out to be
we were just lonely
and there was a lot of fluid in the chest
beautifully sad, a tone not uncommon to nearly every piece these days. Give me more. Who is this mysterious person? There is so much comparative prose between the author and the unknown individual that seems to reappear throughout. Give me something. Throw homie a bone.
ReplyDeleteLoneliness comes in all shapes and forms along with beauty.
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