She comes to me,
Not yet in the room,
Touching the doorway with her shoulder like a feather
Only to emphasize the deep breath she takes
With a smile like she loves the smell of air;
Then she stares at me in deafening silence
Through eyes that hold love and adoration.
The intensity moving through her pupils
Is upsetting, maddening even
It only riles up my despise for her
As I don't want to be the destination
Of the obsession she diverts through her gaze.
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Human fragility-poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote when I was feeling vulnerable and fragile. Most of them are the fruit of emotions felt at night, when you're in the company of only yourself and the core of thoughts.
