night sketch, ravaged by internal visions and jealousy
i picture you seeing her in me, the sculpture of symmetry
we both knew you'd rather be laying with instead
ugly on the other side of this mirror i see, this much i know
is true. i try doing my make-up and all i can imagine is
my own hands ripping my face off with each stroke
i am drawing her face on mine; while you dream of her
every night
YOU ARE READING
in a house miles and miles away from you
Poetrymy house had all sorts of problems with it, and since i lived out in the country i had to fix them. of course. these poems were inspired by my adventures outside
