After You Left

Unnamed prose

Read my skin like poetry. For I may never see myself through your eyes. How you look at me; A delusion. Would you lend me your vision so I may understand? Flip the page into a new chapter. Same book you've read a thousand times- only each page damper than the last. Heal you for her and cherish her flowers, Whisper sweet words that run for hours. My fruit still bruised I can't remember why. Why I paint you so poorly in my gallery of memories. Perhaps if I place a lie I'll forget you completely, maybe if I lend you a brush you'd show me compassion- Anything but lust And a child of temptation. so why must I ask for you to treat me fairly? Take not advantage of my blurry vision you've rubbed dry. At last love to you is starvation. But to love you is to starve