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Poem 2/18/18

The teal sky fills up my mind

While I sit on my sofa and listen to cars pass by

Through the thickness of a glass window

And the rays of the sun that penetrate the sills

It is almost like personification- the almost opening of the window

And the warmth of the glass decreases the farther it rises

Just like how this morning I got up, I arose in my bed

To find a new day

Like a good turn playing Scrabble

And right now, I can’t find the words that I am feeling

Because he finally left.

 

He left- to find circumstances

To find himself in another girl

Because he thinks he’ll never get me back

By that’s ok, I’m ok, because the truth hit me in a dream

It was one of those dreams where I didn’t see but felt the penetrating pain

And I almost couldn’t take it, but I kept asking for more, until I finally woke up

And it makes me wonder if he has this hidden pain too, I doubt it,

Because he is too perfect

And he is almost too much for me, in a way

But when he passes me I can feel the brown emitting

He has brown hair and, in my mind, brown eyes

Who knows how they are really colored- only those who have seen him lately

And the guy in my dream, standing to my right, told me he is a good guy

Amongst all the chaos that penetrates that which used to keep me interested

Until I figured out something that made me realize that that is never what I’ll be

And now I wish I could go back and take a picture of his eyes

And if they are brown I would trust the soldier (or dictator) in my dreams

And I would walk up to him like he walked up to me

When it all started, and I told him without words, not to talk to me

And I wish I could go back and say hello

So that he could tell me everything

 

But now I just sit in my apartment

While my walls build up to the passing energy of his car

That is the 1%

And until I can drive someday

I will be outside of where I am now

 

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