Poetry Collection

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Me
My eyes held gateways to galaxies of futures and promises beyond imagine
My fingertips tapped melodically to every love song, all tangled into a solitary sonnet worthy of every symphony's hypnotism harmonized into one perfect note
My stomach twisted for treacherous days, knotting with butterflies and jumbled dreams
My brain dived through oceans of codes with no solution, running with every letter of every word and dancing with every sideways glance
You
Your lips stayed snapped securely shut at all the wrong times and strangled words that never came out into the open where they desperately belonged
Your eyes were as bright as they came and for that fact you used them to scorch your relentless image into my mind endlessly, as if branding a tireless slave
Your thoughts, always incomplete and just about as shallow as my fevered breaths each time your deceiving eyes locked onto the oblivion of mine
Us
I was tidal, constantly ebbing and flowing, eternally searching for the cool, dark, depths of the simplest things while you were solar; a depthless, gaseous, sun threatening to evaporate all that I was, before I'd feel "good enough"
I was a midnight sky freckled with crystalline stars, prismatic and clear while you were the dusty clouds hanging dully over the busyness of New York at 1 am, feeding off car exhaust and thriving with every exhale of cigarette smoke

The moral of my downfall is so; canvas girls should never paint themselves up for colorblind boys.