you always had
your eyes closed
when we kissed
as if you
didn't want to see me
so close up
and I thought
it was a good thing
a sign that you
loved me
how could i be so stupid
i wonder if you
once opened your eyes
like i did
to trace the freckles
on my skin
with your glances
and feel your insides
burn up at
the sight of
my lashes stroking
my skin
but it seems that
you found the insides
of your eyelids
more beautiful
than I could ever be
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
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